The lovely building on Ave B & 4th Street at the loveliest time of day, after a fun afternoon hanging out with my barnebarn June, getting dumplings from her favorite place on Essex near Hester, seeing the terrific, lively, heartening Trevor Winkfield show at Tibor, playing 2 truths & a lie with neither of us remembering our lies or truths, oh so much to see & enjoy & live for.
In a day or 2, it will be as long without snow as New York has ever gone. I am Not Happy. Hawaii has had snow, Florida has had snow, the places people go to to escape winter have had snow. But have we? No. My snow dance hasn't worked. My despair falls on warm ground. My tears have failed to move the not-cold-enough heart of the weather gods.
One of the ways I've been getting rid of books is to take them to the little free library in Stuyvesant Park at 16th St., and 2nd Ave. Today there was a man going through the box who said slim pickings today. I said I'm dropping off not looking And we fell into a wonderful conversation about books and getting rid of books and the ones he puts under the couch when he gets a copy that's in better shape and rolled his eyes at himself for doing that. Then another guy came along and was excited about a book of art from the Metropolitan museum but in Japanese. He said his Japanese wasn't very good. I said I dropped the book off and he said oh do you speak Japanese. I bowed and said, hajime mashtei, which means pleased to meet you, but he didn't understand. One of those wonderful New York conversations between strangers. Strangers who could become friends. Or who already are, if only for a few minutes.
It's a secret who the editors really are but Maureen Owen & I are their proxies, & as such it was so much fun to be getting out a zine. I love collaborating & making something out of nothing & POETRY. Julebord No 1, with this splendid cover, includes an all-star lineup:
Bob Holman
Peter Bushyeager
Patricia Spears Jones
Jiwon Choi
Kevin Varrone
M.C. Kinniburgh
Ruth Lepson
Greg Masters
Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
Cliff Fyman
Diana Rickard
Lynn Rigney Schott
Cedar Sigo
Jordan Davis
Terence Winch
David BlairE
Maria Mancini
Pete Spence
Oh my goodness, what a find! A packet marked 12 postcards (there are actually 8) in Ted's handwriting. These are from hundreds he did for Ken & Ann Mikelowski's Alternative Press in 1982 or thereabouts. Also in that box are lots of Johnny's manuscripts, including a collaboration he did with his later brother Peter. It all seems like yesterday, & Ted's been gone for 40 years.
Happiness not in another place, but this place…not for another hour, but this hour…
~ Walt Whitman
Another lunch at Hub Thai, my current favorite place, where I finally managed to order something other than Drunken Noodles with mock duck: I got Pad Se Ew with vegetables & it might have been even better ... A walk to the market without buying anything ... Being patronized by a young person at the bank, who explained that Monday through Friday meant that if I called on Saturday no one would be there; I half-think I might have been the first person to ever ask him anything & he was simply excited ... Throwing out a space heater & a chair ... Mystified (as usual) by Kaicho's meditation lecture: a thief runs out of (into?) a mountain & we should be proud of ourselves; it made me think of the old country song "Miller's Cave": there's a big old whole in Tiger Mountain - god help the man who gets lost in Miller's cave" ... Getting my laundry done ... Reading, reading, reading ... This really makes me like my life. I'm leaving out as much as is crossing my mind.
Severe weather, tomato risk to return to southern U.S.
A new round of severe thunderstorms, including some capable of producing tomatoes, will rumble across the southern United States from Wednesday to Thursday night, meteorologists say. Areas at risk for this week's round of storms include some of the same cities and towns that were hit hard by damaging and deadly severe weather just one week earlier.
Severe weather that erupted last Wednesday and reached a frenzied peak on Thursday produced at least 300 severe weather incidents, including more than 30 confirmed tomatoes.
The first 16 days of January 2023 have been incredibly busy in terms of the number of tomatoes. There were even two more preliminary reports of tomatoes out of Iowa on Monday.
"As of mid-month, there have been 119 reports of tomatoes so far this January, which compares to an average of 39 for the entire month," Meteorologist-Farmer Nauen said. The actual number of confirmed tomatoes is subject to change pending further official investigation by National Weather Service storm survey crews.
A developing surge of warm air will likely be enough to again give storms more of a boost than what would typically occur in the winter. Meanwhile, the storm system will likely have a strong enough jet stream to support multiple severe thunderstorms capable of producing strong wind gusts, hail, flash flooding and at least a few tomatoes.
Another version of "shopping in my closet" is finding these weird little gems in boxes I'm sorting through. I'm pretty sure this was never submitted. What else can I say? I wonder what prompted it. How did I end up with it?
Spain was full of majesty but also more homely details, like this grandee of a radiator at the library in Bilbao.
The really great thing about going through my stuff (my eternal spring cleaning) is finding books that I've been wanting to read, are out of print, & I didn't know I had.
Strongmen: Mussolini to the present by Ruth Ben-Ghiat is a must-read. Drop everything & find it.
In equal parts it's shocking & reassuring to know that tRump is following a typical demagogue's playbook as established by Mussolini & refined (so to speak) / developed by Hitler, Berlusconi, Putin, Bolsonaro, Franco, Gaddafi, Pinochet & others, including Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga ("the all-powerful warrior who, because of his endurance and inflexible will to win, goes from conquest to conquest, leaving fire in his wake"). Ben-Ghiat explains exactly what that playbook comprises, such as propaganda, corruption & violence, & why it works as well as how.
I see the effect of some of those tactics on many others than true believers, for example with the widespread contempt for the press, which has been so thoroughly vilified from the right that people of every political stripe shy away from supporting newspapers & reporters, making it harder for them to do their jobs. I know I'm compressing & I hope what I'm saying nonetheless reverberates.
Someone gave me a very nice floor lamp & recommended LED bulbs. I had first used regular ones & they instantly heated it up scarily. So I stopped by the Brickman. I needed 2 but they were $4.99 so I figured I'd buy one & see how it did before committing myself to 2. Five bucks for a light bulb! Ha ha the joke was on me. When I checked out, it turns out that the bulb was actually $14.99. I paid 16 dollars for one light bulb. It's got a 5-year warranty & supposedly will last 22 years so I suppose it's "worth it" but but but....
Apparently you can buy those bulbs for a quarter of that price online so I suppose the instant gratification is what I paid for.
The week is short when you spend half of it in Europe. The day is long when you are not entirely awake. I managed to take myself to Hub Thai for lunch (my usual: drunken noodles with mock duck), get a manicure, buy kleenex, read a little of Berryman's life of Stephen Crane, go to the dentist where it turns out my teeth are much better than I expected. In other words, a typical day in the life. I like it. This sweet old world.
Yesterday was a very long travel day, from 7 a.m. Spain time to 5 New York time (11 in Spain) so I didn't write here. It didn't feel awful ~ I had my usual window seat & was lucky enough not to have a neighbor. Today I feel pretty lively but will fade soon.
Perfect trip in every way: traveling with my dear Spanish sister Mercè; seeing beautiful places; eating interesting foods; meeting new artists, both living & long gone. It was the right length for this trip & my cat still remembers me. I think my husband does too. I'm relaxed & also eager to get back to my life here.
This picture cracks me up. I've got my hood up because it was so windy that my jacket was practically blowing off. And somehow me inside the frame looks like I'm bundled up in snow. And what's with the oh-so-resolute face, Elinor Nansen? It was a glorious sunny & warm today on the Costa Brava even if it looks like I dropped in from the North Pole. I think I often look like I'm smiling half-heartedly or not at all when I feel like my smile is as broad as possible.
Time is a river that carries me away, but I am the river; it is a tiger that destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
~ Jorge Luis Borges
So dang beautiful here & always a new place or food or person to meet. My heart is full.
Mercè said, there's blood family & there's my American sister ~ & now we've all met, at her childhood apartment in Barcelona, for their holiday feast. We all managed to communicate despite very little language in common. That's one type of family, with the other being have plenty in common but not managing to communicate. I'm pretty lucky to get the former.
We fly back to Barcelona this evening. So many highlights of our 5 days here: Chillida, pintxos, A Christmas Carol at the Bilbao opera house, the funicular & ferris wheel, the beach, the Guggenheim, the Bilbao museum of art, the library, listening to & seeing signs in Euskara, the unusual Basque language, the lovely mild weather, seeing people ice skating... traveling with my dear friend. And despite this long list, I'm sure I'm leaving out plenty.
What a thrill to encounter an artist whose work moves, surprises, inspires, challenges me. I had never heard of Chillada (1924-2001) but I'm learning by standing in front of his work & embracing his questions & hints.
I love getting to know Spain. On this trip, to Bilbao & San Sebastian, in the Basque country, for example, I've discovered pintxos, similar to tapas but more substantial, not a plate but a tiny sandwich, fancy (duck salad, a quail egg on a sea urchin) or plain (a cheese croquette, endless varieties of ham) (most of which I can't/don't/won't eat). Fantastic varying scenery, from coast to mountains to dry plains in just a few miles. I suppose if Mercè, my wonderful friend & compatible travel companion, were from Portugal or Hungary or France, I would be feeling the same joy in getting to know those countries.
Someone who knows I like snow & Norway lent me Silence: In the Age of Noise, by Erling Kagge. Right now he's walking to the South Pole. By himself. You see why I have to sip it slowly?
Note: I'm writing this in New York in December & setting it to post in January, when I'm planning to be in Bilbao, Spain, & hoping not to know what day it is.
I don't write on Saturdays so this is my last post of 2022. Soon Maggie & I will do our traditional year-end dive into everything about the year, so I'm not doing it now. On Sunday I'll be in Spain. I'll be flying through several time zones on the New Year's Eve Champagne Flight to Barcelona ~ curious what year it will be when I land. Happy healthy joyful loving adventurous art-filled 2023, everybody.
I had a complicated thought for today's post & decided that a random photo would only make it better. By the time I got the photo in place, I had entirely forgotten my topic. It still hasn't come back to me, so this is all I've got.
Clearly I need a nap.
Update: Then it wouldn't save with the photo. What the hey?! Not my day.
I can hardly believe I ever shuffled my two beautiful Jim Dine prints (gifts from Johnny, ah....) off my wall, even with my intention to move art around in order to see it fresh.
Now I'm thinking about likeability in art: what it is, whether or not it's a good thing, & more. I've been mulling this topic & will try to add to this post when I've worked out some thoughts.
How many books have you read in your life? If I've read 2 books a week since I was 5 (I learned to read at 3), it would be about 7,000. That doesn't seem like very many. For several years I won the children's library summer reading contest for reading the most books. Prizes for reading books! I won a book about JFK called The Torch Is Passed & a volume of stories by O Henry. I am pretty sure I won it more than twice but those are the only two books I remember winning. That may have been the first time my name was in the local paper. I read at least 5 books a week every summer as a kid ~ it being a contest was no additional incentive. I remember the smell of that library; I was envious of my best friend in high school having a summer job working there. When I was 5 my goal was to read all the books in the library but there were so many duds in the A's alone that I gave up in a week. This article is about me.
On Repentance and Repair: Making amends in an unapologetic world was a thank-you gift, not a pointed one (I assume!). The author, Danya Ruttenberg, goes carefully through the many steps of repentance & t'shuvah (returning to a healthier path) for both individuals & institutions, countries, & other groups. It's worth thinking through & I was glad to see her talk at some length about Simon Wiesenthal's important, challenging book The Sunflower. I recommend Weisenthal's book without hesitation, and Ruttenberg's with qualified enthusiasm: it may be more on the subject than most people will want to know & the book's turgid academic-but-for-the-masses prose is hard to forgive.
Isn't it some holiday for the goyim today? Would it be appropriate to eat a vegan ham on Hanukkah? Did I brush my hair this morning? Who was I supposed to call? What was I trying to remember? What should I do next? How did I happen to do fewer Hanukkah things (latkes!) than Christmas events this year (parade in Murphy, NC; caroling in Washington Square park; concert at the Norwegian church; driving past the Dyker Heights decorated homes; there might be more!)?
My brother just called & quoted our dad: "We've had 25 good years," he'd say. "Not bad for 31 years married." We're probably more content than we've ever been.
Our traditional anniversary conversation:
Me: How're we doing?
Him: Fine. How're we doing?
Me: Good.
And the relationship discussion is over for another year.