CF 1 40 x 30 cm acryl on canvas |
PERIOD
PIECE
The merely random
doesn’t interest us anymore.
Like a
Hollywood actress, its measurements never stay the same.
We’re
thinking, in the short term anyway, of using fractals.
Who doesn’t
feel like doing something timeless for a change?
Ride in a
hay wagon rumbling through flowering countryside
and a
surprise
for I think
I do see Tess Of The D’Urbervilles
pinned to a
lean-to
by a savage
relation.
I’d like to
rescue her. But as fate
would have
it—this is Thomas Hardy—
all we can
do is wave goodbye.
A middle-aged artist of trembling “equanimity
amid uncertainty”
dares to
mix paints on his teenaged wife’s convulsive belly.
I’d cast a
younger Natalie Portman as the young wife/model.
And a much,
much younger Nick Nolte as the artist. But that’s impossible
so forget I
mentioned it.
Like a
butterfly of rare beauty,
a soft
fluffy moth, she opens her bodice. Screen test.
I despair
that we’ll e’er find fractals for those
lovely, lovely…
…a sound of
brocade, lots of brocade,
ripping on
the roses in our uncle’s garden.
What
exactly do you mean by “negative capability?”
And where
are the spider monkeys
uncle Albert
brought back with him from Tanzania?
They are
strangely beautiful, and possessed of a rare grace
that gives
me much comfort in these troubled times.
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