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Saturday, November 12, 2016

In Japan now, gave talk on violence out and in: the explosive erotics of Dada and  Surrealism, mostly showing images from both, including Japanese, and wonderful audience and group
about eroticism veiled and the dance of the surrealist encounter and all that, today am being taken to Kyoto, which I loved before, and tomorrow to Hamammatsu to talk in a professor's class, whose thesis I directed
then back to ny to teach my film class the next day
spoke in New London, Ct., on Robert Motherwell, on panel with the Dedalus Foundation representative and a master printmaker, with both of whom we had panels before
then at Penn, with friends I had known, like Eric Sellin, and the brilliant and beautiful and alltogether delightful Wendy Steiner
and this week I teach, well, share about Jean Cocteau and next week also, then Derek Jarman, and Caravaggio via Glenn Gould and Bernhard's The Loser
so they are both dessert
off to Kyoto now

Monday, October 3, 2016

In fact very lucky

Friends and film and travel

Am at Tristan - dreadful staging but Simon Rattle and Nina Stemme and the always grand Rene Pape
About to leave to go speak in Athens but first doing research on Kay Sage in Philadelphia museum tomorrow and Waterbury on Friday and sat
Teaching so super film and art course
Now Peter Greenaway on Prospero's Books with Gielgud
Last time with Tom Phillips and the tv Dante
Will get to Cocteau next week and then friends take over when I am away
In Greece and the next month Japan
Am very lucky to travel and to have friends AND travel!!!
Hello to all

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Heavens above when things so happily crowd up and around I totally forget I have a blog and of course forget Facebook and such
But today I saw my young friend julie at our neighboring cabanon ---well, down the road a piece -- and she reminded me about such things
And since it is when i get up always in whatever you would think the middle of the night is
'Tis the perfect moment to  remember
Backwards we had this great Sunday lunch repast "aper0" at this neighboring cabanon -- wow with oysters snd shrimp and barbecue and caramel-spice coated chicken etc etc and then pink wine with longtime friends in the village and all that
So last night we had about 22 friendsto say goodbye to summer here -- these all anglophone-- too complicated to mix
And it drizzled but was fun
And tomorrow to our favorite place in vacqueras like gigondas and near the dentelles de montmirail
  After looking for ultrasound something to discourage our doormice and U thunk if putting uo s dign to tell them plolitely
Not To go to a neghbors please will do in french and english of course
Anyway maybe way up a long hill to get a duperb sweet wine or mabybe not
Everyone closes at 12  for sacred lunch

So I turned in my Jean Cocteau er le cinema tto be published un Paris we went to the cocteau museums in menton. Wow his drawins
 of opium cures and sufferung.  and my Pascal coming out in london in March and hsve
To teach film snd art and soeak at nypl on Dadaglobe and so on
Then get talks ready for Penn and Athens and Nagoya settling down in ny is SOamETHING else again
Back to bed perhaps
But forgot the major thin
Matthew and Emily getting married rught after we get back to US day after tomorrow and big deal
Thinking Nada
 Surf  snd all that WOW

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Spinning about a Bit

The artist Zardulu, who invented the selfie rat and the three-eyed fish which was used to ”stage a prank” at the Gowanus Canal in Brooklyn recently, deserves a mention. She was born in Manhattan in 1971 , it seems, and wars a gold mask and robes, WOW.  And we Did go to Die Materie at the Armory, and we DID go to the Alan Riding play about Florence Gould at the Century Association, so much is going on, and then we are doing a reading from our Lorand Gaspar translations at the Mercer Street Book Store on 7:30 this Thursday, March 31, and so on. And  we are going to the shack on the beach near San Francisco to visit Boyce’s son Alec and his wonderful Maxime and we rush out (well, he rushes out) to get clams and oysters and crabs and salmon, all of which he fishes out of the water near Dillon Beach at the end of April. And then I am going to the Isle of Skye to speak at the College  of the Highlands and Islands about Jon Schueler, the American who fell in love with Mallaig off the Sound of Sleat, and then to Paris to see my always friends Isabelle and Marie-Claire, back to New York, and to Provence with Boyce in July. Oh joy. And to Athens in October to speak about Nicolas Calas, but in between, oh yes I loved writing on Motherwell’s collages for a gallery here, and turning in my books on Woolf (SimplyWoolf) and Pascal, and starting on Cocteau et le cinema for Jean-Michel Place. Still giving my seminar I so love on Twists and Turns, in Modernist looking, about to do Ronald Firbank after Baron Corvo (Fr. Rolfe) and the Golden Bowl….and Pierre or the Ambiguities, loved it all

Saturday, March 19, 2016


now watching Jean Cocteau's "Le TEstament d'Orphee" for my coming "Jean Cocteau et le cinema" for Jean-michel Place
about death and flowers and on and on... must go finish watching, and start on catalogs about Kay Sage and Robert Motherwell and go to play with Boyce at 59th street theatre, will pick this up soon

Sunday, February 14, 2016


so why does it have to be this time stolen, you would say borrowed? stolen I am thinking -- having said to Boyce last night: yes, the one thing you could give me would be time -- why can't I write ANYTHING on this so rarely visited, by me or anyone else, blog, in the daytime, you know, daytime, like people? -- ok I am thinking let's just say it, now at whatever time it is, what we wanted, what I wanted to say
That I read the Threepennyreview at this hour, because I know and respect and go to the same everythings, like concerts as Wendy Lesser with he superintelligent face and red hair pulled back and remember saying to her, hi, I am mary ann caws, and I actually teach at the place you are spending a year at, in the biography writing venue , I think, or whatever, didn't matter, remember ah so clearly seeing her at that St. Matthew unforgettable passion  we only got into through Tipi, that amazing tenor I wept over but or and friend of our friend Meriam Korichi, she of the all night philosophy night, and a friend  admired and loved and with whom -- when we converge, as we do in the very south of France, in the Vaucluse,  we do,  we translated a poem of Pascal -- what, a POEM of Pascal, yup, a POEM of Pascal, oh, amazing translations go on in the south of France, another time, will speak of them, but this is now just that this particular issue of the Threepenny Review ( yes, of course I subscribe, just like the New York Public Library Live,  always, but now so I can come to hear my own BELOVED Maggie as in Maggie Nelson, and my own BELOVED Wayne, as in Wayne Koestenbaum as in Wayne Koestenbaum, YES WE SHOULD ALL GO TO THEIR PRESENTATION at the NYPL, and do I just remember welcoming him to our BELOVED graduate school of our BELOVED CUNY, and am I making this up, under the totally beneficent joy of middle of the night  time  in which  NO ONE CAN INTERRUPT me to ask for a recommendation or an anything? no, so  there are, in this issue of the Threepenny Review,  all these  wonderful photos by Grete Sten d Ellen Aeurbach, known as Ringl +  Pit , whose show we had visited, Deborah Solomon and I, a while back...
so this is to say that, and when I get back in the daytime, when people write, you know, the daytime, I will indeed go on with my SIMPLYWOOLF for which I am contracted, sounds like a  murder, but you get the point, whoever you are or probably is, and the oh yes I am going to do a Jean Cocteau et le cinema, and after speaking on the Isle of Skye on Jon Schueler, whose clouds in whose skyscapes off the Sound of Sleat I really do love, I get to spend a WEEKin Paris with my alltime most beloved French sister, Marie-Claire Dumas, and that will be in June, the beginning of, and that is like Real Time, can't say, and don't have to try to say, Why... so here is my closing thought, will put it in caps in case anyone needs, no, wants to know:  why can't we say what we mean in ordinary daylight time?
I never figured that one out, and probably won't.  But no matter,  I have THIS TIME NOW