Saturday, March 14, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
I don't pretend to
of exhibition here,
and for that matter
some of my happier
spoofs have been of
such edicts and ukas-
es which proliferate
in places about rooms.
Still, I admire those
who ponder these mat-
ters, whereas I reduce
them shamelessly to in-
Where would my radic-
als be appropriately un-
predicted and punctuat-
ing, to conserve the re-
freshing singularity or
spontaneity of their in-
if not on a short inter-
ior wall placed at right
angles to a long one, as
in an enclosed staircase,
fireplace, or partition?
I'm mulling it over. It
seems the real character
of my living spaces is
supported in inverse pro-
portion to the plinth of
its display, and the dis-
tance from which it is
perceived. It isn't that
I design, it just happens.
I round the same corner,
once again, and this is
just enough to excite a
sense of mystery, to per-
This is the ultimate el-
ement for me, of the un-
predicted, the punctuat-
ing, the refreshing, the
singular, the spontaneous
and incongruous. Not ev-
erything has to be, for
this is not much space.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
A naïve and doubtful habit,
which I'd wish upon anyone,
I acquired right away. Who-
ever supervised my develop-
ment so poorly as to permit
this, is owed my gratitude.
I go to the symphony for my
good. I go to galleries and
museums to be aware, I play.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
One can read too
little into things,
it seems to me, as
easily as too much.
One of the things
I'd not relinquish
in photography, for
all the misconsump-
tion it permits, is
its conservation of
clues. Not to men-
tion its alacrity.
In Coralie Giroud's
photograph the im-
plicit intrusion ac-
untoward, and saves
the many resonating
questions of a mar-
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
I trust I have done nothing to
lull the reader into any comfy
contentment with the spiralling
degeneration in the Party of A-
braham Lincoln, tough cookie as
he was, as its remnant is led a-
round by the nose by plutocrats
of sadistic cynicism. I should
not have wished to enrich its
widespread appeal to addicts of
violence, righteousness, greed
and intellectual malnutrition,
by any despair conveyed here,
that they haven't finished yet.
As it is, we're all pinned for
valour, just to've been patient.
In their adventure, launched
with such gusto on the 3rd inst,
to destroy the power of a Pres-
ident to negotiate a peace, they
show signs of drawing nigh to a
long-cherished objective, of
institutionalising the warfare
state on a permanent, and dare
one say profitable footing. What
even Lodge never intended, in
disabling Woodrow Wilson, these
seemed poised at last to produce.
I detect an interference with
the happy flow of this page's
originating disposition and ex-
pectation. For all the stupefy-
ing sordidness of the Clintons'
humiliating governance, there
was always their compassionate
willingness to conceal what they
did. DoMA, for example, was sign-
ed at midnight. Who cared, who
moistened the nib?
Not so, the breastbeaters. We
must leave it to some Ph.D can-
didate to sift through the year-
books of Andover, to count the
snapshots of Bushes, bounding
about the sidelines with their
megaphones, to know if it's prop-
er to trace the new intrusiveness
to these puerile roots, entirely.
But it fits the case, to wonder.
Possibly, too, there are greater
infractions of decorum than mere-
ly trifling with the bonhommie of
blogging's helpless bystanders,
but I take my complaint to heart
and aim to do something about it.
To the best of my ability, I'm
going to insulate rmbl from fur-
ther attention to depredations of
which its readers must be aware.
I have been considering discon-
tinuing rmbl, churning a new page,
but I conclude that it's necessary
to allow that unpleasant influence
to be exhibited. If I should redis-
cover the native lark of the place,
it would be inaccurate to deny the
difficulty. Moreover, if others
have come this way, it would only
be Clintonian to renounce them.
I used to enjoy this project, and
intend to do so again. Even then,
we can't expect this to be merry
news to restaurants.
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Sunday, March 8, 2015
Though Virtue is difficult,
Once trued to the line,
Even if life slips,
The marvelous emblem of fame stands.
518 - 438 BC
for Argeius of Ceos
[Boys' Boxing Match]
I studied the marketing materials
the other day for the notoriously
glitzy apartment building in Man-
hattan by de Portzamparc and sev-
eral interior designers. There is
a message in their offering. They
promise shelter to the life seek-
ing absolute assurance of matter-
ing. Another place is bound to do
the same, next season.
An interesting strategem. We know
Scotch which does it, restaurants
and shotgun craftsmen. Monuments,
routinely. Always there's someone
who strives to be able to pay the
going rate for mattering, who be-
lieves he will believe he does. I
remember when a folly was diminu-
tive. Has anyone the heart to re-
mark, their parody redeemed them?
The Italian Comedians
National Gallery of Art