On My Mind 01.06.12

Sunk deep in the night.  As one sometimes sinks one’s head in meditation, thus utterly to be sunk in the night.  All around people are asleep.  It’s a harmless affectation, an innocent self-deception, to suppose that they are sleeping in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses, in sheets, under blankets; in … Read More

The Line is the Feeling

I was sad to hear about the death of Cy Tombly today.  In my first year at university, when I was doing fine art, one of the staff noticed that I kept writing on my canvases and suggested that I checked out Twombly, who often incorporated scratchy text into his work.  I loved his paintings right away, especially the ones … Read More

Love What You Love

What great births you have witnessed! The steam press, the steamship, the steel ship, the railroad, the perfected cotton-gin, the telegraph, the phonograph, the photograph, photo-gravure, the electrotype, the gaslight, the electric light, the sewing machine, & the amazing, infinitely varied & innumerable products of coal tar, those latest & strangest marvels of a marvelous age. And you have seen … Read More