I feel like I've been run through the gauntlet and landed on this Thursday morning. I need to do laundry and get groceries and just take care of some of my business. I meant to rise early, I did not.
But I did finish with “Road Tripping.” Unless someone says differently.
I left for Payless around 11:30 and got back here around 1:30 pm.
After lunch, I worked my way through the email and put in two job applications and made my calls. I talked to the insurance, and need to see or call my doctor on Monday. I think they are closed tomorrow. I spoke with the lawyer about Dad's trust. Getting closer to a filing.
Here is a headline I never expected to see: JOHN MELLENCAMP, PAINTER, or to hear this said about his painting:
John reminds me of what I remember of my father as a painter. There is a vortex of time and space, an alternate dimension, that artists disappear into, are allowed into, when they are truly creating. When they are making something that didn’t exist until they did it. This is so different from capturing what something or someone looks like, which is a skill but not creation. Real art, something that can take your breath away, a painting for instance that you saw 60 years ago but remember as clearly as if it was hanging on your wall, is as close to being God as a person can get.
And it’s an exquisite agony, a fraction of a second of being allowed to be God but then being kicked out, back into the street with the rest of the mortals streaming through the gray twilight of evening, their thoughts wrapped up in their simple, enduring, and perpetual purposes, unaware of the special few who, for the softest moment, kissed immortality.
There
are photos of his paintings, so give a look at the article. I think
Mellancamp is far more important than just “Jack and Diane” – he has not
stopped pushing himself, experimenting with his music even if it leads
him away from the Top 40.
The Temz Review rejected “True Love Ways Gone Astray”:
Thank you for sharing your writing with us! We received a very large volume of submissions and can only accept a small number; unfortunately, we have not selected your work. We wish you well as you continue writing.
Best,
Aaron Schneider
And oops, I missed a submission of “Passerby” after it was accepted:
Thank you for submitting to Random Sample Review. We're grateful for your patience as we read through the many submissions we received for Issue 8; our hope was to get in touch with everyone far sooner than this, but extended illness and real life concerns meant our little literary magazine took some delays. We're so grateful that you trusted your work with us and gave us the chance to read your wonderful words.With that said, we must pass on your submission at this time, but we hope you'll consider Random Sample Review again in the future. We will be opening for our next issue in the coming months and are taking steps to ensure that we can communicate with our authors in a more timely manner.We wish you the best of luck in placing your pieces elsewhere. Take care of yourself and thank you for trusting us with your words.Sincerely,Editors of Random Sample Review
And so did “Best of Intentions”:
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Thanks again for sharing your work, and best of luck.
Sincerely,
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I did not get my laundry done today. Nor did I get the blog caught up. Nor did I call Social Security. Things for tomorrow.
Some reading from this week:
- The Ballad of Cary Grant's Suit in North by Northwest
- Paul Newman’s Reflection on Noir: The 25th Anniversary of Twilight
- HOME REVIEWS Ingesting Mercury and the Noble Lie: On Anthony Barbieri-Low’s “The Many Lives of the First Emperor of China” and Shadi Bartsch’s “Plato Goes to China”
The second book under review, The Many Lives of the First Emperor of China (2022) by Anthony J. Barbieri-Low, provides a different approach. It addresses a similar phenomenon of classical influence on contemporary politics and culture and, in doing so, touches in part on precisely the rich cross-cultural and cross-temporal engagements alluded to above. Where Plato Goes to China focuses on the reception of Greek philosophy by a small group of contemporary Chinese writers, Many Lives attempts an ambitious documentation of the First Emperor of China as a cultural, political, and legal icon across time, who (like Plato) appears as a figure onto whom diverse and contradictory arguments can be projected. He is portrayed in early written works and myths, but also in sculpture, film, comic books, and video games. He is represented in multiple and sometimes conflicting guises: as a symbol of Chinese national unity, or as a propagator of unparalleled suffering in his attempt to “burn books and bury scholars”; as a murdering, unhinged tyrant, or as a compassionate philosopher-king who propagated unified and transparent standards of rule; as evidence of the inherent unsustainability of political oppression, or of the inevitability of violence for progressing the movement of history.
- Arnold Schwarzenegger calls antisemites losers who will die miserably
- Murder, He Wrote Love Me Fierce in Danger: The Life of James Ellroy
- A Brief History of All the Women Who Have Won the Nobel Prize
Stuff From Last Sunday That Got Overlooked:
Looking for a link to Synge's The Playboy of the Western World, I found this in The Guardian: The riotous history of The Playboy of the Western World:
Ireland in 1907 saw itself as ready for self-rule and it expected its artists to promote the image of a steady, sober, self-reliant people. Instead, with The Playboy of the Western World, Synge gave them a play in which a village loon splits his father's head open with a spade, runs away, tells people he "killed his da" and is promptly installed as a hero by excitable women and drunken men. Worse still, this drama was staged not in some backstreet art-house, but at the Abbey, Ireland's national theatre, one of whose mission statements was to show that Ireland was not the home of buffoonery but of an ancient idealism.
Ah, Synge wrote a great play.
I also found, as a by-blow to another search, was Frappes and Fiction, a blog mixing tech and book reviews. Looks cool.
Musical accompaniment from WMBR's Backwoods.
And Stuff from March 6:
In Bulldozing Israeli Democracy, Benjamin Netanyahu Could Become the BDS Movement’s Greatest Ally
What I Learned from Emily Post's 'Etiquette' (1922)
The Lie Detector Was Never Very Good at Telling the Truth
When 80 Famous Writers Published Their First (And Last) Books
Some items from tonight:
And now I say good-night.
sch 10:48 pm
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