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Sunday View

11/27/2022

Neighbors
Have
Strung
Christmas
Lights,
Red
And
Green,
With
Clusters
Of
White
Between.
They
Glitter
In
The
Night
Like
Fallen
Stars
Above
Their
Parked
Cars.
The
Winter
Feast
Days
Will
Shine
In
Artificial
Praise
And
Electric
Cheer,
To
Mark
The
Ending
Of
The
Year.

On Writing

11/25/2022

*Sappho* Fresco, Pompeii

Words
Clamor
To
Be
Said,
And
Put
In
Books
To
Be
Read,
Perhaps
By
Only
One
Kindred
Soul,
Is
A
Worthy
Goal.
After
All,
Fame
Can
Be
Very
Small,
And
Still
Hold
Time
In
Thrall.

Then

11/23/2022

*Figure With Wings* Cast Bronze 8 1/8" H Walnut Base

We
Used
To
Say
The
Revolution
Would
Come
Someday,
Institutions
Would
Change,
And
Modern
Life
Would
Rearrange.
Peace
And
Love
Were
Valued
Above
The
Trappings
And
Sparkly
Wrappings
Of
Success.
Nine
To
Five
Would
Fail
To
Keep
Us
Alive,
And
Regardless
Of
What
We
Had
To
Do,
All
This
Time,
More
Than
A
Few
Held
Onto
That
View,
And
Some
Of
It
Came
True.

Everyday

11/21/2022

*Change* 4" H Cast Bronze

The
Given,
The
Used
To,
The
Familiar,
Crash
And
Burn,
Institutions
Fall,
The
Weak
Betray,
Life
Ceases
To
Obey,
As
We
Labor
To
Find
Our
Way,
And
Learn
To
Live
As
Bridges
Give
And
The
Sea
Grows
Hot.
We
Can
Only
Cherish
What
We
Hold
Dear
And
Carry
On,
Despite
Our
Human,
Constant
Fear.

Music

11/20/2022

*Antonio Vivaldi 1678 -1741*

Vivaldi
Breathlessly
Legato
Bows
The
Seasons
In,
The
String
Section
A
Delirious
Spin,
Bursts
Into
Spring,
Tracks
Summer
In
Its
Glory,
Gives
Way
To
Autumn,
Then
To
Winter’s
Ancient
Story,
Whirling
Through
The
Year’s
Worth
Of
Days
In
Four
Concertos
Of
Ecstatic
Praise.

Distance

11/19/2022

*She-Who-Listens* 12" H Carved Pine, Poplar Base

Speak
It
To
The
Wind,
Dear
Friend,
I Will
Hear,
And
Hold
You
Near.
Spirits
Entwine
Your
Life
With
Mine,
As
Close
As
Sea
To
Shore,
Blood
To
Bone,
And
In
Abiding
Love,
We
Shall
Never
Be
Alone.

Recollections

11/17/2022

Remembered
Voices,
Calling,
Calling,
From
Past
Days
That
Were
Enthralling,
A
Cascade
Of
Objects
That
I’ve
Made
Appear
From
Time’s
Relentless
Shade,
Intersections
Where
I Walked,
A
Hundred
Thousand
Intervals
Of
Talk,
All
Are
There,
In
The
Storage
Vault
Inside
My
Head,
Hovering
Beneath
My
Chair,
And
Scattered
Everywhere.

Fame Again

11/15/2022

*Jules Feiffer*

For
Years,
He
Came
And
Went,
While
She
Worked
With
Strict
Intent.
He
Had
Fun,
As
Up
She
Went.
There
They
Are,
The
Vagabond
And
The
Star,
Confident
By
Being
Such
Agile
Dancers,
They
Have
All
The
Answers.
I Know
How
That
Feels.
I’ve
Skated
Through
Life
Like
I Was
On
Wheels.

Respite

11/13/2022

Hothouse
Roses
On
The
Table
Are
Able
To
Push
Away
A
Cold
November
Day,
Which
Was
My
Intent.
Though
Without
Scent,
The
Flowers
Possess
Great
Might,
And
Scatter
Welcome
Light,
Each
Blossom
Clad
In
Winter
White.

Ambition

11/11/2022

*Glance* 48" H X 36" W Acrylic On Canvas

Fifth
Avenue
Is
One
Way
South.
Rush
Hour
Crowds
Surge
Down
The
Sidewalks,
A
Hum
Of
Words
Flowing
From
The
Great
Uptown
Mouth,
Murmuring
In
A
Jumble
Of
Speech,
All
Stretching
As
High
As
Each
Can
Reach,
To
Catch
Elusive
Stars,
Wherever
They
Are.