Wednesday, October 13, 2021


 how important to read are reviews, because who has time to follow all the books we want and NEED to read, so I now see no way to see what I want to read except this way!

and I am deeply grateful to reviewers and love writing blurbs for books I admire, like books about food through the ages for Princeton University Press

It was GREAT reading and so very very learned!

and am as often delighted that Marjorie Perloff will write one for my Mina Loy to come out this spring, 

and hope for some reviews of my just out Alice Paalen Rahon: Shapeshifter!

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

surrealism gone met!

 so here we are so surrealistically!

not absolutely neutral on the topic, I all the same went “ “for the first time” as 

i learned from my first initiation it was “always for the first time and loved the illogicality of that & of it all

perhaps that is why i stayed for the longest time!

Thursday, October 7, 2021

surrealism ahoy!


we read!

i very much love that we can read “we read” as present and past!

so we do AND we did do some amalgamated honour to surrealistic implses: some of us read our own poems and some of us those of others 
mark polizzotti read from his unbeatable and unstoppable bio of andre breton 
bill zavatsky read his gorgeous and to weep over translation of the Desnos poem about wanting to be known just as loving …
and so on

me i sm still thinkingofasmsll book of just four painter poets women of surrealism;
dora maar
Alice rahon
mina loy
kay sage

oh yes if some crafty publisher would like it:

i am your woman!

Monday, September 6, 2021

leaving for France

 how odd to be leaving tomorrow for France, for a week in my cabanon (the "complaining" cabanon) -- the cabanon Bisqua from years ago...

Matthew will spend the night in a hotel near CDG so we can drive down to the Vaucluse the 8, and the rest is lots of friends from always and Philip Hughes in Menerbes, and the restaurant at the Partage des Eaux, and seeing our neighbors Janet Swan and Serge and Suzanne Conil, and then driving to the lavender village of Sault and  aperitifs with Christopher MacRae and Mette, and so on, perhaps lunch at Les Florets on the 11, and then a change of companions in the cabanon...before seeing many other friends and then up to Paris.... 

think i will discard my written talk and just address the images...

labor day!

 since i sm MASSIVE ly LAZY often

i THINK I might imitate BEATRICE WOOD and if i can renverser to do it, wtite one line a day diary !

like today: 

tried in vain to get a covid test and settled fir coffee, english muffin and crispy bacon at the Barking Dig, my hangout for YEARS

Wednesday, August 25, 2021

parrroting and trompe-l'oeil

 Couldn't put it down, didn't put it down, this piece in the recent Art Bulletin (September 2021, vol 103, no. 3, )  Maggie M. Cao, "Playing Parrot: American Trompe l'oeil and Empire," pp. 97-124. 

In part because for years back when, I was swept up by a fascination with Alex, a celebrated gray parrot, and the idea of imitating as vastly captivating. I would endlessly prattle on about everything related to Alex. At one point, during a talk at the University of Florida,  someone in the audience unleashed  a discussion with his cellphone and upon it was speaking,  Alex a parrot... laughter everywhere, and how to recover my sense of unparroting humour. I was happily in contact with Irene Pepperberg, about whom the NYTiimes had written,  referring to her "Alex and Me" -- the history of Alex, who, as I remember, died at the age of 25, when she had kisssed him goodnight. Well, I was overcome. Alex remained with me and many of us over a long time.

To return to the Parrot piece,  as a translator, I was alarmed by footnote 48 (out of 97 foontotes) which holdss that the painter's French "contains slightly awkward turns of phrase"  ..."meaning he falls just short of linguistic  mastery."(p. 123). I  am certainly feeling I very frequently fall short of linguistic mastery, and very short indeed of artistic mastery. Whew. But how interesting to consider how this bird mirrors his own predicament, whatever it might be. As we all do, whatever we write or say.