Posts made in September, 2015

My Wobbly Bicycle, 104

Posted by on Sep 25, 2015 in Archive | 9 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 104

Anxiety is built into a lot of us. Me, for one. It pushes us, it makes us alert to the world like a wolf on the prowl. It makes us hilarious. It makes us join holy orders, sit on meditation cushions, walk tightropes, pound the keys, do all the things that require intense concentration because we just must do something to keep from flying apart.   It is a gorgeous fall day. The weather’s been so warm, trees turning slowly for this part of the country. I have always felt most restless on days like this, when it’s so pretty I feel I can’t capture it. I feel its passing, I feel the...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 103

Posted by on Sep 8, 2015 in Archive | 3 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 103

Labor Day made me turn to this subject. I am at my desk, working. Aren’t I working? Isn’t this working? Some remarks by Jessica Stockholder for a conference at Yale on “Art and Labor”—– The artist occupies a peculiar place in class structure. Working with our hands we are laborers. And yet, by expending a great amount of time and materials creating ostensibly useless objects, we are wastrels, dilettantes, connoisseurs. The artist functions at once as a déclassé laborer and as a decadent god. Either way the discomfort associated with mucking about in the dirt is...

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