I have a stomach-ache now and can't think clearly, and can't write worth a fizzle. This is a wonderous day off, and I am trying to get organized for the upcoming craziness of this year ( Read more... )

Snow on top of snow this late night, and I have been reading about Edward Burne-Jones. Get this, guys: he was twenty-two before he had ever seriously looked at a painting, and twenty-five before he saw his first Pre-Raphaelite painting; one of Millais'. A few months later he and William Morris saw one of Dante Gabrael Rossetti's paintings and ( Read more... )

It was with sadness muchly that I left NJ this weekend, dropping Crystal back off at her house. I had been dreading her going for some days. The visit was everything I hoped it would be, and more. We saw the National Art Gallery, and the Delaware Art Museum, and painted stained glass window transparent paper with watercolor in William Morris ( Read more... )

Crystal is coming today, and I am happy. Or rather, I am going to pick her up from Rising Sun. But I am still happy. It has so long since I have had a friend in the flesh who was concerned about the things that matter. Crystal is very much an artist, and I had more than a suspicion from the time I met her that we were going to be close friends ( Read more... )

I have been dying to get this into written form since the "Return of the King". It was true when I read the book but was driven home much moreso with the movie ( Read more... )

I am still running. I wish I could stop. Have you ever wanted something, very badly, and not known what it was ( Read more... )

well i'm going to start again sometime ( Read more... )

Well, I have done it. Braced myself and changed the guards after sixteen years. Come the end of this month I'll be a-travellin' a very different road. Word would not come from the east and north, so I had to make my own way ( Read more... )

I am lying here wide-eyed and awake, thinking about fate and destiny. I have such a clear vision. I wish I could will it into being. Sometimes there are whispers through my brain of the far east, of seraglios and forbidden cities, or of old Mexico and the princesses of coffee barons, or of deserted southern seaside towns that once upon a time were ( Read more... )

I've been a no-show lately, in a kind of no-man's land somewhere between vacantly absorbed and caffienately busy. Playin' a lot of Guthrie and Dylan, obsessed with railroad lines, blue denim, country music, and West Virginia, and trying to figure out the intricacies of Carter style,flatpicking, and hammer-ons/pulloffs ( Read more... )