the role of the critic
What does reading all these long, fictional stories do for me, or for anyone?
a romanticism of the real
I wished that I, too, could write a manifesto.
on looking, part 3
What is there to see, if all there is to see is paint?
on looking, part 2
The I that receives the work of art is much larger and not personal or even really mine.
on looking, part 1
I have made a practice of looking at a work of art until I think that I am bored, and then I keep on looking.
groundhog year
Sometimes the miles are boring; occasionally the miles are glorious.
i would kill a dragon for you
Did it awaken something within me that had been there there all along?
the compost heap
“Let us cultivate our garden.”