Posts from the ‘Art’ Category
“If you want to hear the distant voice of the ocean put your ear to the distant lips of a seashell.” —Curtis Tyrone Jones
sand pirates with shovels and pails
excavate tidal pools
capturing waves of wayward whales
soft hermit crabs in shells of snails
urchins on break from schools
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few
—Anne Morrow Lindbergh
So I ask this geezer, rocking beside me on the porch, “Hey Gramps, how do you want to feel when you grow up?” The geezer laughs so hard he rolls off his rocker.
The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm
“…I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I’m a spring leaf trembling in anticipation” —Maya Angelou
At the bird house of art;
that is, in other words,
the Met, in Central Park;
it’s cool to pick up birds.
When I became director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, it was stodgy, gray, run by elitists. I said, ‘Hey, let’s kick the thing around.’ I wanted to attract young people to the museum. I said, ‘Make it hospitable. I want them to come. I want them to make dates, pick up girls, pick up boys – either way; I don’t care’
““The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.” —Randall Jarrell
Cutting thro’ the rye,
like a whirling samurai,
never say goodbye!
You just never know when you’re living in a golden age
“On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.” —George Orwell
Yes, wee people,
the Elf Sat is cool,
unlike that beater
of Big Brother’s.
Brainchild of three
Twee elves from Thule,
unobserved by Cruel
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards
“Man can never expect to start from scratch; he must start from ready-made things, like even his own mother and father.” —Marcel Duchamp
READER: “Mack was hauling an oversize load, bumping over a hump in the road, when he saw, on an old commode, a word scrawled in paint, bold, not faint: ‘Dump’
DIRECTOR: Superbe! j’adore! continue…
In French, there is an old expression, la patte, meaning the artist’s touch, his personal style, his ‘paw’. I wanted to get away from la patte and from all that retinal painting
“If you are writing about baloney, don’t try and make it Cornish hen, because that’s the worst kind of baloney there is. Just make it darn good baloney.” —Leo Burnett
Grill ice-cold cuts on low heat:
subdue spitting blistering fat,
like stinging zingers in a spat.
Thaw if frozen. Warm for treats.
No matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney.
“You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.” —Amit Ray
Om a vocal tone poem
Rhyming Babel’s scattered echoes
Shattering a stained-glass halo
Sonic boom of howling calm
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.