Tuesday, February 28, 2006
ouch !
i burnt my fingers on this tiny piece of bread baked by nurielle, the french perfectionist at ockenden manor
brighton racecourse
what a joy it must be to gallop flat out towards that distant stadium down this great curve 150 metres above the deep blue sea
and from here, on the very clearest days, you can see the isle of wight on the horizon, and sometimes, even beyond that to the round hills of purbeck
and from here, on the very clearest days, you can see the isle of wight on the horizon, and sometimes, even beyond that to the round hills of purbeck
Monday, February 27, 2006
never underestimate a fellow human being
i still haven't figured out how to use links, so apologies for an untidy page
since making a couple of ( VERY SHORT ) visits to the navajo and hopi people i've tried to keep up with some of their issues & achievements via the internet
here are two nice stories, fresh today
http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0609,lalli,72326,15.html
http://www.navajohopiobserver.com/main.asp?SectionID=29&SubSectionID=41&ArticleID=4699
since making a couple of ( VERY SHORT ) visits to the navajo and hopi people i've tried to keep up with some of their issues & achievements via the internet
here are two nice stories, fresh today
http://www.villagevoice.com/nyclife/0609,lalli,72326,15.html
http://www.navajohopiobserver.com/main.asp?SectionID=29&SubSectionID=41&ArticleID=4699
dialogue
i forgot to report this scene from yesterday's blood donor session ...
as i lay down on the comfy blood donors' bed, i was unable to stifle a yawn
first loud nurse ( with needle ):
"Look at him yawning !"
me:
"Sorry, its a conditioned reflex, I'll yawn whenever I lay down"
second loud nurse ( walking past with a bag of someone else's blood ):
"I bet he snores, too !"
me:
"I'm afraid it's true ! I do !"
lady donor with very husky low voice on next bed, gives a heartfelt & theatrical sigh:
"Show me a man who doesn't !"
as i lay down on the comfy blood donors' bed, i was unable to stifle a yawn
first loud nurse ( with needle ):
"Look at him yawning !"
me:
"Sorry, its a conditioned reflex, I'll yawn whenever I lay down"
second loud nurse ( walking past with a bag of someone else's blood ):
"I bet he snores, too !"
me:
"I'm afraid it's true ! I do !"
lady donor with very husky low voice on next bed, gives a heartfelt & theatrical sigh:
"Show me a man who doesn't !"
Sunday, February 26, 2006
untidy neighbours ...
... you wonder if some of the lads have even learned to wipe their own bottoms
sunday, bloody sunday !
to putney leisure centre to donate an armful of vintage O Rhesus Positive
unlike the inept & inhuman californian executioners, these professionals had no trouble finding a vein ... why can't arnie do the job himself ? ... put up or shut up !
the haemoglobin test was a success, the drop they squeezed from my finger-tip sank straight to the bottom of the tube ... must be all that chocolate
the circulation is good, too ... it only took four minutes to fill the bag ! ... must be all that cycling
unlike the inept & inhuman californian executioners, these professionals had no trouble finding a vein ... why can't arnie do the job himself ? ... put up or shut up !
the haemoglobin test was a success, the drop they squeezed from my finger-tip sank straight to the bottom of the tube ... must be all that chocolate
the circulation is good, too ... it only took four minutes to fill the bag ! ... must be all that cycling
Thursday, February 23, 2006
tapies; i can see why people like him, but it fails to connect for me
this painting is about twelve feet wide, the "ground" is yellow sand, about a quarter-inch thick, presumably mixed with glue, some of the marks were gouged into it; what does the rough "text" signify ?
i enjoy it's vigour but what puzzles me is that i can't follow the process of its creation as any kind of narrative, so is it just itself ? nothing more ?
i always imagine that stuff gets shown in galleries because it exemplifies some sort of ideal, or the opposite if it is iconoclastic
one commentator says that a tapies canvas is a gate to a spiritual dimension, but you could say that for any work of art ... almost as a universal truism of what distinguishes the artists we most value from all the others
please will some kind and patient reader explain what distinguishes this work for them from a million other pieces of outdoor graffiti ? translate him for me, please ?
perhaps it is too exclusively coded to be an enigma, so why say so little when you could say so much ?
n.b. here's a link to someone else's view of a similar painting by the artist ...
http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_md_153_1.html
i enjoy it's vigour but what puzzles me is that i can't follow the process of its creation as any kind of narrative, so is it just itself ? nothing more ?
i always imagine that stuff gets shown in galleries because it exemplifies some sort of ideal, or the opposite if it is iconoclastic
one commentator says that a tapies canvas is a gate to a spiritual dimension, but you could say that for any work of art ... almost as a universal truism of what distinguishes the artists we most value from all the others
please will some kind and patient reader explain what distinguishes this work for them from a million other pieces of outdoor graffiti ? translate him for me, please ?
perhaps it is too exclusively coded to be an enigma, so why say so little when you could say so much ?
n.b. here's a link to someone else's view of a similar painting by the artist ...
http://www.guggenheimcollection.org/site/artist_work_md_153_1.html
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