and other things...

and I got to write about Larry Poons and about Sarah Plimpton and about Julie Ault and about Marcel Jean and got to talk about Lorand Gaspar and about Gherasim Luca and about Frank Stella (how great he has all those different ways of doing work, that is deeply enviable) and am thinking right how how the very sublimest compliment I could pay to any writing is something about how it is like prose poetry, which I greatly love
must write to Tom Phillips to ask permission for a page from the Humument and to whomever one now writes about using a spell cast by Artaud
oh do I hate writing for permissions... for the Modern Art Cookbook several of my grad students helped me and it still took three years, really!

and then...

and then it was, is, april, don't even ask, I say, it is just full of concerts, some with Matthew and Nada Surf, some not, went to Philharmonic on the poet Grace Schulman's tickets, grand seat, umph to the mozart, enjoyed the all-surroundingness of the Tchaikowski , we more readily go to chamber music, like tomorrow,
and of course, I left my glasses in Le Train Bleu, which I love, in Bloomingdale's , and have to go back tomorrow, no great pain,
but by May 8 have to write on Jon Schueler's five paintings for the building at 499 Park, fun, I LOVe doing things I haven't done, and my Andre Masson: and the Mythology of Desire for the gallery Blain Di Donna, is just out, and a translation of Gherasim Luca, of La Proie s'Ombre (Self-shadowing prey) AND have to get a lecture ready on Motherwell for Ashebille, NC and read the long thesis for its defense in Paris on May 19, and so on
Will I or won't I write on Pascal, got out about 2003 books on him, but lose interest when I don't do things right away, as in Right Away
loved th Artaud banquet a few weeks ago, thanks to Jarrett Earnest in his galley, and so on
not a lot of boringness around, thanks be

antonin artaud

who was there first and most ecstatically, so this is just to raise a Sunday=night toast to him, and to  Maggie Nelson, whose Art of Cruelty so wonderfully engages him