How does one achieve eternal bliss? By saying dada. How does one become famous? By saying dada. With a noble gesture and delicate propriety. Till one goes crazy. Till one loses consciousness. How can one get rid of everything that smacks of journalism, worms, everything nice and right, blinkered, moralistic, europeanised, enervated? By saying dada. […]
On our drive home (that would last fifteen hours and saw us arrive home at three am) Ali sweetly indulged my curiosity about the 16th century garden known as Bosco dei Monstri in Bomarzo, Lazio (just beyond Rome). The Monster’s Grove–it’s visionary preferred Sacred Wood of Bomarzo–is something Mannerist and surreal, created to astonish and […]
How a lady feels after an uncharacteristic night of Blaufränkisch… The Medicean Venus, in her case of rosewood and 200 year old warbly Venetian glass, looks something like Snow White waiting for her transplant.… Saturday began at the Naschmarkt, a produce and specialty food market along the Wien river that has been around since the […]
perhaps all a person could say about Milano can be seen from the roof of Il Duomo… We flew over the Italian Alps in the wee small Kia in the wee small hours of Friday night. All highways are dark here, even this Swiss autobahn with its speed limit of 130 km/81 mph. The liquid […]
As a kid my favorite place to be (besides fighting riptides in the Pacific Ocean) was Disneyland. Nevermind I was later refused admittance because of my inappropriate hair color (something quite fascistic about any place claiming to be The Happiest Place on Earth). At nine, Disneyland was the place to be. I loved the Haunted […]
Went to Prospect Park today. Ali pried my fingers from the keyboard, around which they have been wrapped for two days, as I figure out the new structure of this beast (the book). Then we went to Convivium Osteria and had red snapper and a really tasty Tempranillo from Spain. Good to not cook, though […]
We had a lovely Christmas Eve day, going to the Met to see the show of German portraits from the 1920s Glitter and Doom. My favorite painting was of Anita Berber by Otto Dix. Here is another portrait of Berber, I love this image: Then we walked all around the resevoir of Central Park, and […]