singularities

And I am SO enjoying my seminar in Modernist Singularities! We lingered over Beckett and Borges, and last time, D.H. Lawrence (why do we have to say D.H., not a lot of other Lawrences I would be likely to teach, it's not like T.J. Clark, or T.S. Eliot, because there are after all Kenneth and George)
anyway, we have coming up Thomas Bernhard (speaking of difficult people, and I LOVE the Loser, about Glenn Gould, well, I love anything about Glenn Gould), and Wittgenstein (as in his Zettel)  -- will I show, as I sometimes do, Derek Jarman's Wittgenstein? -- AND Marjorie Perloff together, thinking of this and that, and her Vienna Paradox, and then everyone talks, instead of an exam, about what they all wrote their long paper on and if I can remember it, I bring some wine and crackers
and we are growing, Boyce and myself, basil and tomatoes, on our indoor ledge and it looks like a Blooming Forest of green!

And the Show Went On

should anyone read this who hasn't read this book by Alan Riding, AND who is interested in France in the Nazi-occupied times, you will sit up at night reading it, like me, although I am also in the middle of Picasso and Truth by the wonderful T.J. Clark And Alyson Waters' latest translation, by one of my alltime favorite art writers, Daniel Arasse, who actually came to my class when I was teaching at Jussieu, and whose book on Le Detail is just riveting -- as are all these three

Ah, how I had wanted to stay in philosophy and art history, which was -- I thought -- my double major ah so long ago at Bryn Mawr -- but I wanted more to go to France, as some visitor suggested we could only I knew no French. But that didn't seem to matter somehow and so, I never got over it.

Or over Pascal, because of that abyss on his left side. And the rest. One of these hours, I really must go back to bed, but then I do NOT see how I will ever get to read anything. Daylight is so taken up with whatever it is taken up with. And in the wee hours, all is quiet, even in N.Y. so it is actually my favorite time. Next to all my other favorite times. I find it kind of engaging that I have 2 books coming out this month in principle, and have not seen either: Pierre Reverdy (with 14 translators) and the Modern Art Cookbook (just did podcast about it from our more than rustically elegant, I think, cabanon in Provence) and neither of them have I seen, except in proof. That is kind of appealing.