Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Continuing Poem Series About the Spring of 2006 Carries On Like This


April 4, 2006
The other cool thing that happened over the weekend was that

I made baguettes

People
I made fucking baguettes!

Didn’t have an inkling what I was doing
and wasn’t at all sure
right up until the moment of eating
that they might not be a complete inedible disaster
and I was pretty much ok with that possibility

But they were pretty tasty
a bit denser and chewier than perhaps ideal
but still more or less recognizable as bread

Somewhat lopsided

maybe a little pale

at first I didn’t put in enough flour
so for a while I had this mass
of basically runny glue
But I got that sorted out eventually

I especially liked the vision of the dough rising
in the tan bowl with the blue stripe
covered by a moist orange and white striped tea towel

It was like
I don’t know
like the pie on the windowsill
or some other long-gone image
of vanished domesticity

but it was there
in my kitchen
and it was real
and even sort of useful

So very strange

And nice





image source is here

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Airplane Reading


I've got some non-preschooler-accompanied flying time coming up which of course means only one thing: AIRPLANE BOOKS! Here are ones I've selected: the new Donna Leon mystery By Its Cover, Rainbow Rowell's first (and only non-YA) novel Attachments, and what Armistead Maupin swears will be the last Tales of the City book The Days of Anna Madrigal.



Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Lilacs and Eggs


Special thanks are due to Spencer Alley (blog of my esteemed parent) for these dreamy photos of colorful and vernal signs of Spring that were scattered around chez nous this past weekend. 


Monday, April 21, 2014

Rain Gear Girl


In the winter of 1982-1983, when I was 6 and then 7 years old, California experienced the strongest and most pronounced El Nino of the Twentieth Century. In other words, it rained a hell of a lot that winter. And just when I was at some sort of very impressionable watershed (ha ha) moment in my own development. Because in my memory, when I was a kid it rained all time. Not just that one year but for the entire duration of my childhood. And it made me ridiculously, soggily happy. To this day I cannot see a child all kitted out in rain gear, as Mabel above, without my heart soaring to an extreme degree. Originally I was going to write something beneath this photo about how "aren't we all just made goofily happy by the sight of a little kid in a sicker and boots with an umbrella?" But then I realized, that might just be me.

Friday, April 18, 2014

San Francisco by Jeremy Mann


Interesting. These paintings by Jeremy Mann are rendered in a style I don't usually think of myself as being a huge fan of--but the way they evoke the light and air and texture of the streets of San Francisco shoots them straight through my eyeballs and into some deep reaches of my being. As if there was never a time I had not seen these, and known them. It strikes me that perhaps this is one of several different possible powerful responses to art; more often discussed is the art thing which presents itself to your view as something wholly and entirely new in your experience. But maybe equally intriguing are the art objects--like these paintings for me--that ring a resounding bell of familiarly and kinship inside your brain and heart. Found via Colossal.



Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Poem Series About the Spring of 2006 Hits Upon A Special Moment Today


April 3, 2006
We got to go visit our dear friends and their brand new baby boy

He is absurdly lovely
beautiful down to his fingernails
and smiley and so clearly smart

And they are so happy
I’ve never seen either of them so happy
it rolls off them in waves

And key to this happiness it seemed to me
was the element of the world
narrowing down
to a single
point

Of course it helps
that the single point is himself
and that he is really just
so absurdly lovely

But you can’t overlook the simple fact of focus
Of truly being in the moment
that state which everyone is always running around trying to achieve
but which only something this momentous and beautiful
can actually produce over a sustained period of time

And even then
it won’t last forever
they’ll return to work eventually
and have days when they’re scattered and cranky
just like everyone

But they will have this core
the touchtone of this golden time
to return to

Pretty amazing
and not necessarily the exact
miracle of parenthood
you always hear about
but rather a slightly different one


image source is here