I Could Have Disappeared

  "Letter writing may be an exile's main occupation" I read this morning. I haven't written a letter in a long time now. I wrote too many long letters. The memory of them embarrasses me now. I have no need to personally address anyone near or on a far shore any more. Like I said…

Picasso, Dead Can Dance

Picasso, Dead Can Dance I forget how much pain there is in Picasso because the painting looks so fast and sure, so solid yet ephemeral that it looks like marks of joy, exuberance. How he ages before us. How quickly in a retrospective the young Spaniard  the Minotaur  the bull, the goat, the satyr become the old…