Jet lag city. Back to the bed.
Friday, April 30, 2010
We made it. The journey was smooth, but long. Scotland had a very harsh winter, and the late spring daffodils are still out in full bloom everywhere. The apple trees are budding, which splashes the countryside with various levels of green. The sun shimmers on the water. Today we drove to St. Andrews to shop for food. The bleachers are up in front of the 17th & 18th holes on the old course in anticipation of the British Open this summer.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Suvan Geer's drawing, like Spencer Reece's poem MARGARET from the February 2010 issue of the Poetry Foundation's monthly magazine POETRY is one of those, when read, immediately asks to be read again. Because of copyrights, I cannot insert here, but can only say, like Suvan Geer's work of art, there is a whisper in it, and the silence inside the whisper stays with you and gives you something only poetry can.
This is the address: I'll find out soon how to link things on these blogs, but you can copy and paste the address into your web browser and read the poem...sublime.
Monday, April 26, 2010
...is the new James Ivory picture that is not playing anywhere near here, so we watched SUNSET BLVD last night instead, and I got so into Gloria Swanson's rendering of Norma Desmond (we'll do another picture, and another picture) I forgot to blog. I forgot everything for the moment, like packing for Scotland where it's 60's and raining, like packing for my own Hollywood movie and my vision of 1930's Fred Astaire sets with quilted satin headboards, white walls and marabou, like packing the kitchen, the bedroom, the office. Oy, the office. There are at least 30 boxes of books, but that's ok. I'm taking them with me. I'm taking all of it with me, for the next installment in my movie. Cut. Print it. Next scene.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
April 24, 2010
The loft is filled with boxes. There are suitcases splayed in all directions and my closet looks as if someone or something has taken a big bite. I went on line and found a company who rents green boxes for moving. They deliver them, you fill em, stack em, move em, and they pick them up at the other end. Sounds good to me because the sound of tape tearing out of it's gun is all too familiar and makes me cringe.
Went to the theatre today to see THE LANGUAGE ARCHIVE and listened to the permutations of the language of love. We could go deep into that. Suffice it to say for now, on a Saturday night, when REDS is about to come on TCM, that love is an on going topic of conversation.
Friday, April 23, 2010
April 23, 2010
I can't believe it. I have boxes, and I am using a tape gun. I didn't think it would happen so soon. So soon? I've been in Newport Beach for four years, and it's time to move back to LA. I packed my closet today. Well, the accessories. Oh God, I have so much stuff. While I was packing accessories, Michelle was getting her Yoga blog going. Check her out: Michelle McKAY YOGA. She teaches regularly at Yogaworks. And I'm trying to write and I'm trying to figure out who I should send my work out to and I'm reading Charles Bukowski who says and I quote: "sell as little as possible, save what you can. it's when you give it all to them that you are dead. don't be in a hurry to make it. it's more important to sit around in the sunlight or sleep. it will come along if you let it." Grounding advice. I wish I could be so confident. Here is a photo of my patent leather Prada shoes. Time to kick up my heels.