Day 29: the story of a story

      Once upon a time there was a story Its end came Before its beginning And its beginning came After its end It’s heroes entered it After their death And left it Before their birth Its heroes talked About some earth about some heaven They said all sorts of things Only they didn’t […]

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Day 25: Opera Helps

  I know why I am sad, but I do not know why I am melancholy. E.M. Coiran This morning a woman came to my house, accompanied by a man. I did not know either of them. They set up a little speaker system in my front room and then sat me in a chair opposite. […]

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Where are We?

Day 89: Where are we? An invisible bird flies over, but casts a quick shadow. What is the body? That shadow of a shadow of your love, that somehow contains the whole universe. A man sleeps heavily, though something blazes in him lke the sun, like a magnificent fringe sewn up under the hem. He […]

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Day 87: ‘Imaginings’

“Notes to myself on beginning a painting” by Richard Diebenkorn   1. Attempt what is not certain. Certainty may or may not come later. It may then be a valuable delusion.   2. The pretty, initial position which falls short of completeness is not to be valued – except as a stimulus for further moves. […]

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