Tuesday, February 21, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
The other evening I happened to stumble upon Freeman Lau's installation of enormous lit-from-within lantern/vase hybrid sculptures on Civic Center Plaza. They were a thing to behold. I love it when there are these art installations there (like Hung Yi's Fancy Animal Carnival a few years back, or those giant light-up bunnies everyone was talking about but which somehow I missed out on seeing, drat). Large numbers of people just amble around soaking art up with their eyeballs in public. It's grand. And in this case it didn't hurt that City Hall was all decked out in red and gold lights for Lunar New Year in the background. Or that even way off further behind that we had Venus winking at us, top of frame.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Taking a tiny hiatus from my own current poems project this week, I was going to regale you with an old favorite poem of mine that I swear to god is either by Frank O'Hara or e. e. cummings. Snatches of it are clear in my mind, but after ten solid minutes of googling I've come up empty-handed. I'm almost positive it contains a reference to someone (proper name) hitting someone else (proper name) "with an uppercut" and either the whole thing ends, or perhaps only a stanza ends, with something very similar if not identical to: "and everybody I suppose thought Lucinda looked like Rose." If anyone on this green earth knows this poem and can tell me what it is I would be hugely grateful!
image by Melanie Biehle
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
I can hardly overstate the power and inspiration contained in March books one through three, by John Lewis and Andrew Aydin, art by Nate Powell. Though we all know about most of the historical events depicted here, the evocative impact of having them told in the first person by someone who lived them, and illustrated in graphic novel style, can hardly be overstated. Time and again in recent weeks I've heard people who did not live through this era report what I myself experienced: that these books bring things home in a way no previous account of the events of the Civil Rights Movement--and the abominable conditions that precipitated it--has done. Read them. Read them immediately.
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Every year a few weeks before Valentine's Day we host a little party for Mabel's Grandpa's birthday. At this party we (Mabel and her parents and her grandparents) make a particular type of collage valentine that my family has been making ever since I was a little kid. The physical form is set, but each person has evolved their own style, with new ideas and departures cropping up each new year. It is great fun. Here are this year's results, plus a scene of creation, plus some valentine-color-scheme ranunculus just to send you extra love today.