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
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
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