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Cather’s colour

“…for me you are the only real poet of the sea, whereas you claim that it is only the ship itself you wanted to exalt… I don’t think you ever took my obsession with the sea seriously…in fact, because of my birth, childhood, and ancient insular atavism on a small Caribbean island, the sea is to me something absolutely basic, mingled with my very blood; and without my noticing, it has spread to every part of my being.

…one cannot stray far from the sea except by straying from oneself.”

Saint-Leger Leger, in a letter to Joseph Conrad, February 1921

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kaleidoscope without colors

Originally posted August 24, 2011


walk-in closet – an epic

Circa Spring ’17.

See also: npthompson.wordpress.com/2013/12/18/furniture-of-mr-thompsons-mind-circa-1997


turn of the waltz


golf American – a Wonderland

Let us go then, you and I…


soft tissue


unforgiving


drive-by lunch


#ibelieveMoses

#ibelieveMoses…

and I don’t believe Dylan Farrow. No victim of abuse could be as gleefully antagonistic as she is, as pleased with herself and so disingenuously proud of her own violence. She exploits the all-too-easily exploitable “Me,Too” to her dubious advantage.

To Hell with Dylan Farrow’s stage-managed lies, and to Hell with the mob hysteria she cultivates. Chalamet, Sorvino, Gerwig, the equine Rebecca Hall, et al. should live to be rightfully embarrassed by their PC absurdities.

Why aren’t these counterfeit liberals protesting America’s Kremlin-owned “president” and the Russian agent’s enablers within a complicit Republican Congress? Is it less of a risk for young (or middle-aged) white hipsters to attack an octogenarian Jewish man whose aesthetic doesn’t compute with the social media on their smartphones? It isn’t much of a stretch to see Woody Allen’s detractors for what they are: racists.

#ibelieveWoody


how to stay in a fine hotel


poinsettias

For a peaceful Christmas…

Originally posted December 20, 2010


appearing nitely

Centuries Since the Day celebrates the return of The Santa Clones, a Yuletide tradition and installation piece by Chris Willis, on view for the holiday season at the corner of Broadway & Morrison.


shadowed return


except perhaps in spring


snow and the cathedral


vessels

from Endlessly Repeating Twentieth-Century Modernism (2007), by Josiah McElheny


open any door

In memory of P.J.S. on her sixty-first birthday.


foxglove hours


afternoon rise


not as they are


vase in the elevator


foxglove, Goose Hollow


Calla wave

“The calla lilies are in bloom again.
Such a strange flower…”

– Kate Hepburn, Stage Door


concealed mysteries

“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”

Originally posted in 2009.