For Rudolf Arnheim

He said: Every man's eyesight also anticipates in a modest way the admired capacity of the artist to produce patterns that validly interpret experience by means of organized form.

He continued: Motifs like rising and falling...[Perception] permits us to realize that the forces stirring in ourselves are only individual examples of the same forces acting throughout the universe.

Seismic Waves

tsunami: this town is damn violent.
cucumber: i'm cold.

For Marcel Marceau

1. tonight at the reading I swear I smelled tempera paint.
2. tonight at the reading I could see the word "Paris" written on the cover of a book in someone's open bag set next to me.
3. they say you were married three times.
4. colorful hands everywhere.

Tooth and nail

Symptom: uncomfortable pressure, fullness, squeezing or pain in the center cell.

Cure: productivity is is the balm. Put it back after it has cooled off.

Dialogue of Facts

paris: comment est-ce possible?
chicago: oui, c'est possible.

1903: postcards

eyebrow: i 'll show you shit you've never seen (I'm from Colorado. Les Rocheuses).

egg: i need a billion $$$$$ glamorous, dramatic, classic. What's new?

p.s.: i see your eyebrows through your clenched fists. Who took the picture?

The affirmation of imagination

ed: maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

bill: the jester walked in the garden:

The garden had fallen still;

He bade his soul rise upward

And stand on her window-sill.

This ain't my space

Facebook: you cheezy.
Aquarium: T'inquiètes. Je n'te parle pas.

Oblique portraits III: Oh that picnic eye

1. they come in all shapes and sizes.
2. the lid closes tightly to prevent any spillage of the gourmet contents.
3. not available in the U.S.A.

Oblique portraits II: it's all in the attitude

Gloria: where can I get some ham around here?
Gomez: the end.

Oblique portraits I: Ready or not

It was:
a) a plastic bag
b) a surgeon's glove
c) none of the above
d) a spider channeling
e) a ufo
f) one bee stuck in a bobcat

It must be hereditary.

Jackpot: honey bees?
Honey Bees: xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoox

Listen to the sound of the chicken teriyaki

Honey bees: havana. cicadas mucho.

[one hour passes]
Common Potato: J'ai toujours voulu être traité comme un prince.

Basta.

Common Potato: I'm sure there's more.
Speaker: oh there's not a doubt. Yawn.

Vestige: II (San Who?)

Commentor: so, I see you are filming.

Speaker: well, yeah, that is what my distributors told me to do.

Vestige: I (St. Denis: Who woulda thunk?)

Symptom: je vous respecte, madame.

Cure: je vous respecte, monsieur.

A shovel to be shipped

Tricky: conversations tend to meander vers ce dont tu ne possède. L'embouchure de la rivière se trouve à nouveau loin de la vallée. La topographie de l'appartement se ressemble à un Holiday Inn Business Suite et pourtant tu n'es pas de passage.

Humble: new sneakers/trainers/tennis; Cantal jeune en guise de Salers (29.50$/lb); il fait trop frais.

Portrait of a lady by Babyfood

Comment 1: The hysterical symptom is the memory-symbol of the operation of certain (traumatic) impressions and experiences.

Comment 2: She writes in white ink.

Then that's all you need

Symptom: being good at only one thing (maybe).

Cure: stop thinking too much and just be present even though you might have to argue with the universe a bit as to what constitutes a proper present.

How old are you?

Jackpot: the blueberry stains have finally worn off but your hands still feel full. You are a gentleman.

Bonus: serendipity, elegant strokes, and subtilité. You have the ability to wear socks as gloves (première rencontre, 1996/7, devant le Co-op; toi, sur vélo; moi, avec une amie perdue, bavarde; moi, en fourrure, une jeune dame).

Symptom: bonne anniversaire--un peu tard-- Dr. F.

Back to Bazin: Life is Baroque

Dr. F: Oh really?

Dr. S: I totally agree.

Dr. W: I couldn't agree more. I have more to say but, est-ce qu'il reste du café?

Unfortunate portrait: ain't no love

Symptom: the color wars. Running mates. Guns and ammo.

Cure: i think I'm getting sick.

Train of thought

Tricky: rascals, carrots. Your ears are burning.

Humble: bolts and wall mounts. One bulb screwed into a deer's hoof.

Sometimes a post is just a post

Symptom: text messages have been a primary means of communication (note to self: you have not been unjust). Mice, early morning insomnia and a case of "someone else is now living in my old flat" fever.

Cure: get on the bus.

Bonus: (its back to school days. I predict Denzel will finally get his Oscar.)