"Wise Guise," a group show at the Narrows Center for the Arts in Fall River, features four exhibitors seasoned enough to “find fault” with our world. But they’re not so jaded as to be without tenderness.
It's been 31 days since "30 days of June," this blog's daily posting project, concluded. A recap feels useful. Did I write anything of worth? How much did I write anyway? Let’s find out!
Knowing Gramma could draw, I’d sometimes ask her to copy pictures. I recently rediscovered a notebook of Pokémon I ‘commissioned.’ These are pencil drawings on school supply-grade paper.
What Simone Weil said: “The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth.” And at the end of the path? “There God is waiting to eat him.” When you write: Your goal is to get eaten.
The mouse became my favorite toy of all. I still have him. In fact he’s staring down from a bookshelf at me this very moment. He’s lost a lot of weight over the years.
Teresa Teng was a rare generational voice. The kind of singer with her own gravitational field. She sang beautiful, tender songs. She didn’t die rockstar young. But she did die at age 42, unexpectedly.