Watteau – arts & fetters

Baudelaire, on Watteau

Watteau, carnival where many a distinguished soul Flutters like a moth, lost in the brilliance Of chandeliers shedding frivolity on the cool, Clean decors enclosing the changes of the dance.

I had no intention of writing about this–Trenton of all places–but spending one’s time doing piano exercises leads the mind to wander and point by point, well, everything belongs somewhere. I moved in to my room in Philadelphia on Wednesday evening, and, after a quick dinner, unpacked and set up my music things to spendContinue reading “Trenton”

Chicago

Visiting cities used to exhaust me utterly, until last spring when, as recorded here, I think, I gave New York a try with a goal of being drunk the entire time, and it worked out, and since then I’ve had no problem with cities at all. Little towns, like the one Manny lived in inContinue reading “Chicago”

Jeanne d’Arc, part 1.

I’ve always been highly conscious of lingering energy, though part of it may be my imagination, I’ve been to where Martin Luther King was shot, and it made me shiver a little, even at age 8, not because of what had occurred there, but because I knew without a doubt that he had been thereContinue reading “Jeanne d’Arc, part 1.”