POEM July 2009 My office is being moved, I’m hungry, my ankle hurts Bicycling down Second Avenue approaching 34th Street I see the T-shirted backsides of a couple Not very athletic looking backsides, let’s say Matching dark blue Yankee… Read More ›
Month: March 2013
After the first line there is no other
FROM SEQUENCE 2013 March 2013 An artist may, seeking to draw a face, a landscape, a feeling, become frustrated and temporarily paralyzed, wondering what the right or ideal way to do this might be, or indeed whether the task could be… Read More ›
A note or two about democracy
FROM SEQUENCE 2013 March 2013 Notes first drafted after a rancorous committee meeting There may be—there are—those few who are committed to democracy as a goal in and of itself, as an excellent way, among other things, of encouraging people… Read More ›
