Brainfart

I had planned to think of Jack when I woke up in the morning. But then I stepped outside and could think of nothing at all
















Big Sur, 11th August 2009

"...για λίγη σιγουριά..."

Sorry Mrs. Woolf

(Roger Fry, Virginia Woolf, 1928)

"There is nothing mysterious in this process by which form becomes the porter or carrier of internal emotions. It admits of a simple, psychological explanation... it remains possible to say all one wants about arrangements of pure form without ever once using the word beauty and employing always the vocabulary with which one would speak of a man’s character, commonplace... vigorous... empty, etc."

T.E. Hulme, April 1914