Sunday, January 21, 2018

The American government did close, by the way






One had thought not to mention it
whilst others might still be out 
for their Saturday ride, but good
news is rare enough, much less on
the occasion of that government's
initial anniversary, that a happy
medium had to be struck, between
draining the cellar of blanc de
blancs, or spending the day under
a decorous gag order, no matter
how luscious the linen. A mild an-
nouncement on the Sabbath seemed
unprecipitous enough, and so here
it is: the most injurious, yet ad-
dictive corruption of public life 
is in remission.




It had not ever been so, that
Americans should have instit-
uted such a structure of de-
bauchery, debasement, plunder
and compulsive belligerency in
the offices of Washington, DC
to which they exile the needy,
and the fee-finders of simple
services. By the time, then,
that government in their land
had achieved its present ad-
vances upon the imagination,
the sensation of wear and tear
had begun to inspire defenses.




And these are not salubrious con-
ditions for the flourishing of a
happy government. Within a day of
perceiving how this closure tant-
rum might backfire against the
values of their real estate, den-
izens of the new government were
out and about on the sermon cir-
cuit of broadcast news, to blame
the citizenry for sustaining en-
thusiasms they'd been forcefed by
these very conduits. Oh, my. How
notoriety does outstrip us all, as
fashion glides into another season.
















Louis Prades  i, ii, iv

Francisco Basile  iii







Saturday, January 20, 2018

When do we eat?


 I bought and reserved a seat in
 our local cinema for this after-
 noon, to see the new movie on
 couture. Will anyone count with
 me the faux pas in this declar-
 ation, ignoring entirely the op-
 portunity costs in avoiding the
 Spielberg flick on The Post, a
 movie on a rural mother's battle
 for justice with the local cops,
 and the re-telling of Aciman's
 novel on young men in Tuscany -
 all being screened in the same
 building? Or shall we just let
 it go with the oxymoron in at-
 tending a film on couture in
 broad daylight? The affront of
 uncouthness is hard to conceal.






It developed, that reconsideration got
the better of this plan. I'd like to 
attribute it to being distracted by a
beautiful day - and the weather would
allow that characterization. But, my
decision to postpone this experience,
at best, and probably until the re-
lease of a dvd, was enabled by learn-
ing that the people with whom one was
to discuss this thing, have not even
seen it. So much for mice such as I,
even if it really should turn out to
be, the last Day-Lewis movie, a rumor
no one can verify for several years.

The seductiveness of fashion - and
I have not always been impervious -
achieves its acutest advantage if
its form is otherwise irresistible.
A Day-Lewis movie comes plausibly
close enough, not to be ruled out,
even at the inflated prices of to-
day's cinema salons, gratuities not
included. The genius of fashion, on
the other hand, lies in its shrewd
substitution of itself for its use.

A table setting by Jean Puiforcat, 
for example, has so little to do
with dining, and so much to do with
remembrances of the Normandie, that
one doesn't know whether to meet in
a deck chair or a life jacket. This,
being what one needs to know of cou-
ture, secures its berth permanently
among the higher opportunity costs,
with rough justice, an embarrassment
of the Pentagon, and fumbled kisses.




It has been lost on no one, need
I say, that the career of Daniel
Day-Lewis has absorbed itself so
thoroughly already with justice,
fumbled kisses, and devastating
American war, that his leap into
the milieu of couture seems not
only fitting as the last of this
nonsense that he'll have to en-
dure, but a fine farewell frock.
Of course, one wants to see him
assault this final peak, and un-
doubtedly only raise it higher.
This is an expectancy to savor.







Friday, January 19, 2018

Suppose it were Friday cxlvii: Respites we have welcomed





   Morning rumors of an interruption
   in nuisances from Washington waft
   the precious aromatic of an inter-
   regnum of peace for all, on a par
   with that of the privileged per-
   forming mice, themselves. A writ-
   er published what I considered
   to be a perceptive appreciation
   of that theatre's unstateliness,
   which I pass along with some con-
   cern that the host publication is
   placing itself uninfluentially at
   the margins of conditioned reflex-
   es these days, save for its fixed
   delight in almost any foreign war.
   Not that they demand a government.

















   Yes, for anxiety's grinding sake, 
   one doesn't really need to be able 
   to see reports of being governed,
   if the ongoing prosecution of our
   wars can be assured. Margins hold;
   the government may go wobbly all
   it wants, if ventilation of such
   idleness does not bring peace a-
   broad. What interesting stability
   seems to pervade the horizon, as
   the inertia of our system governs. 















Alexander Calder
untitled tapestry
1975






Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Annals of gender oppression: A star is born






What a winter for discontent, one might
have thought, to find at such a break-
neck pace how many bumpy facets we have
missed, in the broadly conceded fall of
man. Only the other day, we learned how
patriarchally oppressive it is, to offer
just one color of wine at a time, in the
pursuit of a style of genital rapproche-
ment. The revelation caused a new social
more marginal monster than one of the
genders could imagine, and yet evidently
ubiquitous in the sight of a famous other.

Some of the genders have yet to report,
yet as night follows day, the temptation
to follow the lead of the dissident must
be counted the more primly advantageous. 
In matters of gender oppression, the cus-
tom is to acknowledge no more than one
bogey-person at a time. Yet who is to ask,
if pride of place may never be exchanged?




Is the White House right: is this to be
the season of a Counter-Reformation? If
it does take two to forge a swastika, a
mirror image of the half is all we need.
Then we may know what we should call it.

































Monday, January 15, 2018

What news of the Senate?


Tapping into a Senator's obligation
to render "advise and consent" isn't
so very different from asking one to
take care to see that the laws are
faithfully executed. All it takes, 
is a clarification of where faith-
fulness lies. Over the weekend, a
Senator from Georgia named Perdue,
and one from a deeper part of Dixie,
sentimentally named Cotton, took to
the air to render fealty by impugn-
ing the integrity of another Senator.
This was a nice piece of business.













Sunday, January 14, 2018

Cast iron Sunday





We reconstituted the porcinis in 
a cup and half of boiled water,
and strained and rinsed them
carefully to clarify as stock,
to concentrate it later. Yester-
day's errands led to discovering
a recent collection by the po-
et-essayist-immigrant-memoirist
Charles Simic, of exceptionally
memorable images. They call for
the magic of a braising in cast
iron, a patient afternoon for
Sunday's expectations to be out-
sripped by relief from inter-
ference. In his own new collec-
tion, Alan Bennett asks his di-
ary, If one could write a story
about a masterpiece and include
the masterpiece why bother to 
put it in a frame in the first
place? His objection would be
sorry news for many, but it is
the very maxim of neutrality of
cast iron, and allowing wine to
stand. It is its only decanter.





                  Whatever solace you have for me,
                  Glass of old red wine,
                  Whisper it in my ear
                  With each little sip I take,
                  And only in my ear,
                  In this hour made solemn
                  By the news on the radio,
                  The dying fires of sunset,
                  And the trees in my yard
                  Putting on their black coats.















Alan Bennett
Keeping On Keeping On
  The Diaries
  13 September 2007
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2017©

Charles Simic
The Lunatic
  Poems
  The Wine
Ecco/Harper Collins, 2015©

i  Esther Bubley, photographer
   Seismographers in Texas
   1945







Friday, January 12, 2018

How the swastika mounted the wall





   the lovelorn in
   their homeland.














President of the United States
Doug Mills, photographer
The New York Times
10 January 2018©






Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Yet another enviable day in Court





    Piece by piece, the American state of
    North Carolina is playing out, gradu-
    ally, the disintegration of a polit-
    ical culture predicated upon the most
    extreme disparities possible, between
    Constitutional governance and protec-
    tion of contradictions long abandoned
    by its own population. That these an-
    omalies have persisted in the elected
    branches, only to be tossed out by the 
    judiciary speaks to the decrepitude of
    the right to vote in that awkwardly e-
    merging powerhouse of regional progress.

    North Carolina had another exhibition-
    quality day in Court, just yesterday, 
    which will only further the principles
    I suppose we know where the people we 
    don't know, will run for cover next. 














Gustaaf Wassink