Goodbye pork pie hat…

The paths are littered with pine cones: trees trying to have kids. On Saturday, Avram and I spotted two different foxes by the side of the road as we drove home from David and Clay’s house; the one tucked on the hill; the one with the luscious lap pool; the one with the mid century modern furniture, knoll and miller; the one with the black velvet painting of Hulk Hogan that Clay got while he was being given poor hospital treatment for Lyme disease at Northern Duchess; the one where Phil M. and I got into a heated debate over the number of images on a viewmaster reel, and how they worked; the one where I began to realize that folks do still kinda smoke pot; the one where all the varied greens in the salad came from the garden.

On Sunday the third year student show opened. I got there with Amy S, who is a grown up funny playful ravishing painter, Mike S. who is the Oscar Levant of performance art, and Caroline, a dashing lesbian poet who I’m just getting to know. At breakfast we had discussed christians and their consequences, what type of mush we like to eat, and students who had scammed us. At the show all was eager and tidy. Some times something that looked like art was presented. I apologized to someone for missing a commitment that started last summer and fell by the wayside. Polly didn’t show up. And I smoked.

I’m told that these days I resemble Poseidon. or Moses. So perched between the pan- and mono-theistic I lurch on, my heart slightly warmer, the rest of me dubious.

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  1. The paths are littered with pine cones: trees trying to have kids.

    What a great image! Have you considered taking up (fictional) writing seriously? As if you have a wealth of more lines like that, I’d say you have quite the aptitude for it. I know I do, I just need the motivation to get off the pot and write something. Something real, as opposed to the embarrassing, self-indulgent, fetishistic junk I’ve been doing.

    Mike S. who is the Oscar Levant of performance art

    Did he sing the «M.O.T.H.E.R.» song in a bathtub? (reference to The Cobweb, which you must see if you haven’t already)

    I’m told that these days I resemble Poseidon.

    I’d said Zeus. Or Hephaestus. Definitely, you’ve got a Greek God look going there right now. You should invest in togas. It would be quite the head-turning look. (Or at least a really inexpensive Halloween costume.)

  2. I think my students believe I have enough of a god complex already without giving them further evidence.

    But many thanks for the compliments. As for the writing, it’s not the observational bits that give me trouble but really the larger issues of plotting, shaping and such. I do seriously think about a couple of book projects, but neither of them are fiction.

    Havn’t seen the Cobweb, but Mike has appeared in the window of a Dutch department store, dressed in a diaper and acting like a 8 month old.

  3. Well that’s the definition of moodiness isn’t it? The inability to give oneself over to the immediate delights of one’s circumstances.

    But my moody is more of a basline affect, rather than an emotional crisis.

  4. Now THAT’s a nice post!

    Your imagery is vibrant, and the terse presentation plays off the wildy contrasting subjects. Gobbledegook aside, it’s nice to hear your voice in your words.
    I hope someday to hear it in person.

  5. Hey Nonny Nonny

    EEP – I’m the only Tolkien character too goofy for Peter Jackson. Or do you think that there is a whole Bombadil sequence that was secretly shot and will be worked into one of the many “expanded” versions?

  6. I think my students believe I have enough of a god complex already without giving them further evidence.

    But many thanks for the compliments. As for the writing, it’s not the observational bits that give me trouble but really the larger issues of plotting, shaping and such. I do seriously think about a couple of book projects, but neither of them are fiction.

    Havn’t seen the Cobweb, but Mike has appeared in the window of a Dutch department store, dressed in a diaper and acting like a 8 month old.

  7. Well that’s the definition of moodiness isn’t it? The inability to give oneself over to the immediate delights of one’s circumstances.

    But my moody is more of a basline affect, rather than an emotional crisis.

  8. Hey Nonny Nonny

    EEP – I’m the only Tolkien character too goofy for Peter Jackson. Or do you think that there is a whole Bombadil sequence that was secretly shot and will be worked into one of the many “expanded” versions?

  9. Oh. Well, I was semi close. I think it’s on a Joni Mitchell album (who once saw a Rickie Lee Jones album and thought it was a greatest hits package – which leads back to Tom Waits…see, it’s all connected…).

  10. erm…….

    Moses……pipe smoking…..sweaty overalls……..crotch covered in in pine cones making babies………

    Horny religious and enviromentally friendly porn – yum yum

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