Today, Friday the 24 of January, I treated myself to the exhibitions of Max Ernst's Collages at the Kasmin Gallery and also to Specific Forms at Loretta Howard Gallery, and these were treats of a real type, that I get to write about for the Brooklyn Rail, right now.  And on the way, since reading in the bus is the true delight, I have been reading Lydia Davis in her Essays, and loving not just . how she writes but the whole manner of looking and relooking at things. We will be talking about the latter in my forthcoming mini-seminar on "Maximal/Minimal: from the epic to the aphorism," and this coming week we will be looking at details in larger pictures, and reading Thom Gunn and then Robert Hass and on and on. It feels like an equivalent of "the man who is tired of London is tired of life" and that is the way I feel about poetry. 

thanksgiving

Goodness gracious, here it is almost Thanksgiving, and -- a big although, although I of course have not been up my blog, whoever has time to keep up a blog -- keeping I am totally grateful, now with a new knee and a seminar at the Graduate Center I am loving, as always, this one is called maximal/minimal and will transmogrify itself into that and TRANSLATION, which I deeply adore,
well, that is it. For now, and will do more later, warmly to anyone who reads this, grateful I am.