Chores, played with the cat, breakfast and the paper. Within half an hour you and Carol are heading to an appointment in Hyde Park.
You are next to the Baird building in a parking lot off Smith Road and I-71. Adjacent to the same parking lot it the Charles Schwab building, in between is a building, smaller than the other two, connected with Christ Hospital. You think it is a symbol of the times, more floors and fancier architecture with the financials than the building to treat human patients who are not well.
I don’t really have anything to say, Amorella.
Last night you watched the last three episodes of “Falling Skies” on TNT. What are your thoughts?
I enjoyed the series. I still don’t like the fact that I was seduced by the alluring methods of storytelling by Spielberg and company. Modern storytellers know what they are doing. I respect them for that. They get you hooked; it’s like the Saturday matinee sequels I grew up with in the fifties. Now I have to wait until next summer to see what happens next. It is entertainment. We want to go see the last Potter film before it leaves the big screen. More entertainment, on a higher level, as we are hooked into the growth of the real life actors who play the parts. More is invested emotionally in real life. Our neighbor’s kids grew up with Potter and his friends. I’m sure their investment is even greater. A couple of years ago one of them flew to London with her mother to see Daniel Radcliffe play live in Equus. There’s an investment in the broader world at large. Movies can do good things. She is a college junior now, no harm in all that Potter business as far as I can see.
I am angry that politicians use religion to gather their votes. They probably say they have no choice but to appeal to some of the many factions of political and social thought out there. The other day a well-known national newspaper columnist used the word “tar baby” to show how some think of Obama. Some just don’t want to see a black man succeed. Too reasonable, people say. Lots of people have lots of opinions and many of them think they are correct in their assumptions.
I wonder about that because even if I have an even flow of heartansoulanmind in the blog and books, if that is true, and I don’t know that it is because only Amorella can verify it, the evenness of the heartansoulanmind doesn’t make a person right. I makes the person know who sheorhe is perhaps if sheorhe stands before G---D or an Angel of G---D, but such reason and conviction and ‘truth of self’ still don’t make a person correct. Correct answers have to be verified by some sensible form of objectivity and accountability.
You are an angry man, but you already knew that. Amorella.
I am. Perhaps this blog is returning to the journal it once was, a place for me to express my thoughts – except too me that seems so much less than it could be. I think I need a break from this world, but it will come soon enough. The irony is that one person can make a difference but ego becomes involved, then arrogance, then followers, then a sense of power and reinforcement of what you become as a symbol, as an icon for a perspective and point of view. Some great people can handle these things fairly well publically – Churchill and FDR, but then look at their private lives. Then, on the other side of the coin you have Hitler and Stalin as examples of those times. Surely both were men just as Churchill and FDR. All four got up in the morning and did the same routines we all do. Toilet, shower and shave, put on clothes the same way everyone else still does. Breakfast, lunch, supper or dinner, relaxation, entertainment, companionship and bedtime or some similar order of the day. To deny this sense of how things were and still are is wrong in my mind. Human beings are what they are. Some are considered heroes and others monsters, but no matter, they are/were human beings first. They came into the world fully bodied and naked and left, possibly, with heartansoulanmind but no physical body. Where it goes from there is between the individual and G---D if SheanHe exists. If not, then I guess it is for nothing but living, conscious dust returning to dust.
That’s where you are at present. Consciousness. Post when you return home. – Amorella.
You played and game of computer chess and of slots while waiting. You stopped for lunch at Potbelly’s in Kenwood and are presently in the south lot of Macy’s waiting for Carol. Errands to run once home.
Again, I have nothing on my mind.
Last night you had a strange dream, vivid and in color, of being wrapped in an image that you had always seen as flat but now it was round, a tube, and you were cocooned within it.
True. I wish I could remember the image, it was as though I had been living in two dimensions and was upgrading to three, yet the upgrade was a prison while the two dimensions were freer. Now that I see it in writing it makes more sense. I am freer in the blog and books than I am in real life. Not much of a self-revelation in that. Why would I even dream such a simple thing?
Because the image was a painting, a work of art. Now you can see the complication.
The dream wrapped painting was the style of Edward Hooper. The colors were similar. The Wikipedia photo “Nighthawks” fits the dream’s bill.
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Personality and vision (from Wikipedia: Hooper)
Always reluctant to discuss himself and his art, Hopper simply summed up his art by stating, “The whole answer is there on the canvas.” Hopper was stoic and fatalistic—a quiet introverted man with a gentle sense of humor and a frank manner. Conservative in politics and social matters, he accepted things as they were and displayed a lack of idealism. Cultured and sophisticated, he was well-read, and many of his paintings show figures reading. He was generally good company and unperturbed by silences, though sometimes taciturn, grumpy or detached. He was always serious about his art and the art of others, and when asked would return frank opinions.
Hopper's most systematic declaration of his philosophy as an artist was given in a handwritten note, titled "Statement", submitted in 1953 to the journal, Reality:
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“Great art is the outward expression of an inner life in the artist, and this inner life will result in his personal vision of the world. No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination. One of the weaknesses of much abstract painting is the attempt to substitute the inventions of the human intellect for a private imaginative conception.
The inner life of a human being is a vast and varied realm and does not concern itself alone with stimulating arrangements of color, form and design.
The term life used in art is something not to be held in contempt, for it implies all of existence and the province of art is to react to it and not to shun it.
Painting will have to deal more fully and less obliquely with life and nature's phenomena before it can again become great.”
Edward Hopper, "Statement." Published as a part of "Statements by Four Artists" in Reality, vol. 1, no. 1 (spring 1953)
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Though Hopper claimed that he didn’t consciously embed psychological meaning in his paintings, he was deeply interested in Freud and the power of the subconscious mind. He wrote in 1939, “So much of every art is an expression of the subconscious that it seems to me most of all the important qualities are put there unconsciously, and little of importance by the conscious intellect.”
From: wikipedia: Hooper
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You stopped by home to pick up the mail. More errands, Kroger’s to pick up a prescription, then pick up corn at the Black Barn in Lebanon. After that, to Walmart to have photos made, two for Bob who wants to frame the photo you took of City Lights in San Francisco. It is one of your favorites too, so why not post it here as a sample of who you are.
Columbus Avenue, SF
I just noticed, it has a semblance of the Hooper setting. A bit too bright perhaps, but a street scene with a solitary individual looking in the bookstore window. I wonder if I can tweak this. I did but it will not upload to the blog. I finally got the doctored photo to upload.
Columbus Avenue: (Edward Hooper)
Carol is in picking up the photos. We stopped and had a Graeter’s while waiting. One more quick trip to Kroger’s then home. Looking forward to seeing last night’s “Closer” tonight. I don’t think the effects are all that good. I like the color tone of the building though. I don’t have Photoshop loaded, I could probably do some more ‘creative’ tweaking. I guess people do photo tweaking for fun, but I don’t think it is my cup of tea.
Strange that you would think the photos are wasting time. – Amorella.
Pictures may be worth a thousand words, but words are sweeter.
Sounds like the beginning of a religion with this piece of opinion, orndorff. Is that your intent? – Amorella.
More gallows humor. I think what happened was a group of creative artistic folks diverged into two cults – the artists and the writers. More of a great philosophic schism than a religious one. No, it is not my intent to create a new religion, Amorella. We already have too many from my point of view. I’ve got to get out of this politics and religion.
If you think that is going to happen in this world you are already three sheets to the wind, boy. – Amorella.
That’s another of your out of the blue sobering comments.
You are thinking, “hope is a thing with feather,” and assume it is from Emily Dickinson.
I can be out of the blue too. Let’s post this, Amorella. I need a break.
Post. – Amorella.
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