and adam phillips

so there is Adam Phillips, who is such a delight to read, in the New Yorker and also in that just now out issue of Raritan where I get to follow in his printsteps, and of course the URL is not yet the present issue, but forthcoming, that's all right, it took two years to get there, or here:

http://raritanquarterly.rutgers.edu/forthcoming-raritan

And now I can get back to writing about the south, although the north was fun to do

Parsifal, new production, Raritan, "Thinking North"

Oh dear, oh my goodness, I've seen many Parsifals, here in New York and in Vienna, for starters,
but this production is filled with collectivity of a most disturbing kind. The Knights, all in their white shirts and black trousers (I used to like the monk habits, old school me, I guess), raise their arms -- as Robert Paxton remarked in the intermission, next thing might be the Nazi salute -- and the Klansmen came to my Southern mind.
 On which topic, that I dwell on a bit, writing about my very Southern, but very liberal Grandmother the painter Margaret Walthour Lippitt (about whom more anon, somewhere or other), just out is my piece on Glenn Gould and Jon Schueler (and Randall Jarrell also), called "Thinking North," in Raritan Quarterly Review, Winteer 2013, vol. XXXII, number 3, and if it had a url, I'd direct someone to it, as Matthew my son told me how to do yesterday...
 For instance, since I love writing up art shows for Hyperallergicweekend, he showed me how to put in a url for that particular piece I wrote (like the ones on Robert Vonnoh and on Sarah Plimpton, for example) and out next weekend, more.
How nice things refer to things, albeit this feels a bit self-referential, not a Southern thing.  

Jon Schueler

And I still want to write more on Jon Schueler... am thinking about his yellow paintings, perhaps better to do something thematic than a biography, since his autobiography is so brilliantly done by Magda Salvesen. i am very very glad my Raritan piece on Glenn Gould and Schueler and Randall Jarrell and northness is coming out..
so much I long to write about and then life takes over, and the dust of the everyday as someone put it , covers over what you think you really want to do...