COMING

You are driving to the airport
Along the glittering highway
Through the warm night,
Humming to yourself.
The yellow rose buds that stood
On the commode faded and fell
Two days ago. Last night the
Petals dropped from the tulips
On the dresser. The signs of
Your presence are leaving the
House one by one. Being without
You was almost more than I
Could bear. Now the work is squared
Away. All the arrangements
Have been made. All the delays
Are past and I am thirty
Thousand feet in the air over
A dark lustrous sea, under
A low half moon that makes the wings
Gleam like fish under water —
Rushing south four hundred miles
Down the California coast
To your curving lips and your
Ivory thighs.

Kenneth Rexroth | from Sacramental Acts

Juana Olga Barrios |  36  #100daysproject2017

CELEBRATIONS

You always take such great photographs, mG! So happy you were with us to celebrate the glorious Swan and so happy we were able to celebrate you with a gorgeous hike on YOUR birthday! Fantastic weekend . . . .

all images by I Believe in Santa Claus

“Maybe… you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”

Ernest Hemingway | A Farewell to Arms

 

 

WHO WILL RUN THE FROG HOSPITAL?

I often think that at the center of me is a voice that at last did split, a house in my heart so invaded with other people and their speech, friends I believed I was devoted to, people whose lives I can simply guess at now, that it gives me the impression I am simply a collection of them, that they all existed for themselves, but had inadvertently formed me, then vanished. But, what: Should I have been expected to create my own self, out of nothing, out of thin, thin air and alone?

Lorrie Moore | Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?

MAYHEM + CHAOS + LIES + MORE LIES

In times like these I ♥ our artists even more. Thank you, Austin Kleon!

WHO IS BEN SASSE?

A smart, rational, articulate Republican senator from Nebraska with whom I can agree on many points made in his new book, The Vanishing American Adult.

Last year the Sasses sent their 14-year-old daughter to work on a cattle ranch so that she could experience the “unrelenting encounter with daily necessity,” like learning how to drive a manual tractor and, he proudly recounts, donning shoulder-length gloves to perform rectal exams on pregnant cows.

“At our house we have come to conclude that building and strengthening character will require extreme measures and the intentional pursuit of gritty work experiences,” Sasse writes, and he presents his book as a guide for parents determined not to raise the kind of soft, entitled kids he encountered when he was president of Midland University. He says that the idea for “The Vanishing American Adult” first came to him several years ago, when a group of Midland students were asked to decorate a 20-foot Christmas tree on campus, and they dressed only “the bottom seven or eight feet … the branches the kids could easily reach.” Sasse was “startled” — “shattered,” even. Seeing this Christmas tree “worried me for the kids.” So began his growing awareness of “a collective coming-of-age crisis without parallel in our history.” He noticed that the affliction he observed at Midland could be found in the households of his closest friends and even his own home. His daughters once complained of being unable to sleep because the air-conditioning was broken. Sasse was aghast. “When I was a kid, we had air conditioning in the house … but we never used it.” The fact that his daughters claimed a “need” for air-conditioning left him and his wife with “a heavy sense of failure.”

excerpted from the NYT book review, To Make America Great Again, Give Your Kids Chores

MY SWAN TURNS 30

It isn’t often I stumble into a unicorn in my life, but that’s EXACTLY what occurred when I stumbled into you (when your mother and sister delivered you to me) in Todos Santos, in 2008.

Such a magical evening celebrating your birth, your brilliance, your beauty, your kindness, your generosity, in the company of such stunning, wondrous women. May the launch of your third decade set you on the course of alchemical transformations, epic adventures, deep connections, and unfathomable mysteries. I love you BIG. TQMMM.

The MaGoofers goofing . . . . ♥

♥ U FOREVER

Ojai | 2016

#fbf

LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA

Junot and the complicated American Dream

Ellsworth Kelly’s studio as he left it

a Julian Schnabel documentary with a terrible review from the NYT

David Salle on Marsden Hartley

photograph | Alfred Stieglitz

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark (said Marcellus, not Hamlet, to Horatio).