Greetings - if this post seems a bit disjointed, scattered, and unfocused it's only because my ADHD is rearing its ugly - and very quick-moving - head. I remember seeing a TV movie back in the seventies called, "A Small Circle of Friends" (featuring David Odgen Stiers and, I think, Jane Alexander). It featured a boy that everyone thought could not speak, only utter indecipherable sounds. Turns out that the sounds were actually words, but amped up to twice their natural speed. It could be that my thoughts are like this and i could actually be some sort of phenomenon! and, on TV yesterday, i caught a bit of a program featuring a music savant who is completely distracted and affected by natural, common sounds. He, however, can make absolute sense of classical music, to the point of being able to play classical pieces on the piano. i don't believe he can speak - with words - but can codify the world through music. Fascinating. All this to tell you that i can't really focus this morning on something as simple as reading a newspaper article. Perhaps my "savant-ness" is manifested as a rower in the stream of consciousness. Good luck to all of you are reading this and have no way to return to the bank/shore. perhaps next time you'll remember to bring your tube, ice chests, and coozies - and just relax on the current.
Yesterday was the 1st meeting day of the Kairos #42 (Darrington Unit) team. I was leaving it up to God as to whether i should attend. I reluctantly bowed from the #41 team - after having made all the meetings - to focus on son, Phil's, 18th birthday weekend back in April. I felt guilty, to be sure, but with the wise counsel of pastor mac from cypress united methodist church, i was able to "minister to the family" first. He told me of all the times that he missed his family's activities because he was working 16-17 hrs a day ministering to the needs of others. Family should come first he said. Perhaps that is why i've not felt compelled to join the #42 team. With Arlene beginning school this fall and with her painful condition, i feel i need to spend my weekends with her.
you know what i just realized? this blog has gotten far from its intent - i've not really focused on art matters today, have i? Let's get back on track, shall we? besides, if any random strangers visit the blog at this point they may be a bit bewildered by the "kairos" talk. Can't blame them - at times it feels a bit cultish - but is far from it. Anyway, back to art...
Arlene and I have been visiting a house that is for sale. Unlike most houses, it has a garage with a very, very deep pocket in the rear that would, i believe, accommodate my painting/drawing activities. We started the ball rolling on the purchase of the house, contingent upon the sale of our current property. Wish us luck and align yourselves with His will.
My sister sent me a fascinating (electronic!!) article from the NY Times about Edward Hopper's summer house in Cape Cod. http://travel/nytimes.com/2008/08/10/travel/10cultured.html - it's a bit melancholy for me - reading the article and listening to the audio and then seeing the hopper images juxtaposed with the current appearances of some of his scenes. things change. let's embrace that constant.
i've pasted a poem from 2007. it may serve to clarify or cloud - depending on how insistent you are about the meanings derived from poetry.
UNTITLED
i think i've lost the graphic force
That used to plead with me
To take notice
And apply what i see
To what I know.
For some time I've been
content to ride
the coattails
of my own ragged coat,
Taking note that
the old habits of
shadow and light
and their seemingly perfect marriage
have abandoned the lifeless pages
and retreated into the night
Where streetlights act
as omnipotent gods -
in a bad play -
The stagehands
off on extended cigarette breaks.
-jim hill (11-13-07)
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