Tidbits

The Rockrose Moon (A Serial Fiction) Part 49

Where do the keys come from that turn the locks to the rooms your poems live in?

Here are a few of mine….quotes from the New York Times (I’m like William Gaddis that way)

“…art of variation rather than destination”

“…the politics of enchantment”

both from the piece on Olafur Eliasson's work this week.

and on a seasonal note...“There is poetry in watching any physical task done well. But shearing is more like ballet. The sheep and the shearer must move as one.”

Found links that make me think… In this case about Mendelssohn who was so uneven, some of his pieces I’ve been enjoying a lot and some like his Midsummer Night's Dream which is boring.

And then there is Baryshnikov, never boring particularly when he talks about Merce.

Christian and I are reading out loud to each other a biography of Edward Estlin Cummings. I’m thinking Baryshnikov earned the better part of his arrogance whereas Cummings was a spoiled brat.

A spoiled brat firmly grounded in the classics with a facility for languages. He loved Greek and knew his scansion and that’s what makes his unique poems so strong. We’re reading those too.

Oh and one last quote from a very strange but gifted man… Erik Satie…

“I eat only white foods: eggs, sugar, grated bones, the fat of dead animals; veal, salt, coconut, chicken cooked in white water; fruit mold, rice, turnips; camphorated sausage, dough, cheese (white), cotton salad, and certain fish (skinless)."

I’ll leave that last bit to speak for itself.