August 1, 2021

Perhaps your school-desk was alike my school-desk covered edge-to-edge in sketches.  The desk surface, as you know, is an almost perfect blank canvas, a clean slate, a tabula rasa*, of sorts, where knowledge acquired might be reflected eye to mind to hand, to nun who might correct wayward drawing knuckles with a smart, wood-ruler, snap,…

June 15, 2021

Recently, following nearly a year’s absence from television, I had the opportunity to witness one of those common flatteries, television commercials, vehicles to sell some frivolity by appealing to typical vanities, pride, lust, sloth, et cetera.  You have seen them, I am sure, rainbow people, proud, self-selfing, posing by not posing, assuming that air, that…

May 15, 2021

This, below, the preamble to an old book of notes, chapters, really, 40 chapters that considered American history in entire, every art, every craft, every variation.  The thing is cumbersome, not likely to be published in its present form, if at all.  Yet, opening statements, because brief, would like sharing for the introduction of a…

April 1, 2021

I do, and I can’t stand it. So, friends,I have composed a book for your amusement, for your understanding, a book to tell the truth on those who lied to you, MODERN ART: A Critique in Rhyme Here, examined: the lives of the knuckle-headed artists, their splattered pictures, crooked statues, bumbled books, collapsing buildings, and…

March 23, 2021

Here we are at circus, you and me and all the others, facing each and every way in The Age of Absurdity.  Rather alike some Swiftian satire, some Aesopian consequence, some Seussian phantasmagoria where all the world is upside down, facing sideways in slow-motion walking backwards into a psychedelic truth.  Yet, who can say: This…

March 15, 2021

The song of the breeze of the morning in a field peopled with fragrant flowers is one of the many delights in having life.  And the song of the breeze is, to those who pause to listen, the voice of eternal wisdom.  Listening to the morning breeze is for me an almost daily occupation from…

March 1, 2021

Having these past forty years of life a desire to taste of pleasure and delight—and having tasted—I consider myself something of an expert on Beauty, on pleasure and delight.  Alas, with humility I must confess a dilettante’s knowledge, only.  Though, had there been a course of study or even a course of lectures on the…

February 15, 2021

There is pleasure in the contemplation of the object one desires; there is a pleasure in tasting, touching, hearing or seeing the object; and there is a pleasure in the remembrance of the object enjoyed.  This pleasure, what is it?  Is pleasure specific to the object and unique to the person, or is pleasure general…

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