Monday, September 8, 2014

With heartbreak, fury and resolution







    If I were an architect, art
    historian, interior design-
    er, or such as I am, pedes-
    trian subscriber to affable
    standards of taste, I would
    with these confrères, flood
    the intersection of 52nd at
    Park with cans of paint and
    brushes flying, daubing the
    letter Z as everyone partic-
    icipating in humanity meant
    to do in Athens, at the end
    of Costa-Gavras' 1969 movie
    of the name: il est vivant.


    Le Tricorne est mort enfin,
    chez Mies, mais l'on éxulte
    pour sa vie.