Sunday, September 10, 2017


Cycle 2 of is done (as I noted earlier).

My blogs are coordinated (what links, what does not; what’s archival offline, what’s not).

I’m secure about the worth and integrity of what I’ve done over the years.

I’m not looking back for quite awhile, I expect.

Saturday, September 09, 2017

the delicious other of disclosure

I was dreading to update the home page with a disappointing apology for having nothing much to say. But I came up with a note that I’m happy with—especially the ending, in implicit honor of my streaming last night of “That Obscure Object of Desire” (1977, but remastered in 2001), which is now a dated (rather outdated) experiment in scripting sexist stereotypes and playing with elderly auteurial despair about life in 1977, not only as times which were shockingly insane, but also as absurd, perhaps, as sending a satellite-bound gold plaque of nude humans waving into interstellar space?—and having learned to parody aging without a partner in misogynist society.

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

life is strange, then dies.

John Ashbery, 1927—2017 and me.

Monday, September 04, 2017

an image imagining me

revised Sunday, 9/10

You know my confessional blog from years ago—so silly at times, but remediable. I ceased doing it in 2011, then wanted to continue in 2015, but barely did so. Well, why not do something with its non-embarrassing postings and begin anew?

Thursday, August 31, 2017

cycle 2 of as preface

For the first time, is now organized the way it was conceived to be. the home page doesn’t look much different, but the site’s deep structure of pages (linking into subproject pages [that link into their own subproject pages]), is now organized for seeing how humongous the volume of material is: hundreds of book-size pages of material, I guess.

Cycle 2 has come to closure the past week or so. Cycle 3 will begin this autumn.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

mourning walk

I saw again last night the Juliette Binoche film “Paris” (2009) that I’d seen when it was first released in the U.S., September 2009. I’d forgotten how depressive it could be for someone on the verge of suicide. But it’s not a suicidal movie; just the opposite! Latent to it is luscious validation of life. But someone on the edge of suicide could easily fail to see.

Saturday, May 13, 2017

philologist saunters by glade

There is no pure beginning.... The Oxford University Press 30%-off sale online caused me to see that there were no new books I have to have this week (a relief: I don’t know what to do with the ones I have, apart from the hundred-or-so supposed to be priorities for near-term prospecting). But I realized I really want to see what’s what with David Sobel’s From Valuing to Value, which is available at the library. So, out I went.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

archetropal spring day to never forget

Beautiful day—and short line at the grocery checkout. Lucky me. The only thing ahead on the conveyor belt was a huge bottle of vodka (half gallon!)—which seemed odd, but none of my business. Someone’s pretty stupid about alcohol, I might have thought (if I’d given it my attention).

I put my stuff on behind the bottle. A short old man in front of me was bubbly, talking with a middle-aged woman who was enjoying him immensely, also helping him pay with his plastic card. I was in no hurry, but didn’t really notice them (but recall in retrospect—before I forget).

“I’m 95!,” he heralded to her, which she cheerfully praised. This caused me to turn toward him. He didn’t look 95. So, I joked. “You’re not 95!” He turned to me, looking surprised through his thick lens, bubbly as, say, a 70 year-old.

I said, “You don’t look 95.” Grinning, seeming flattered, he finished his purchase.

Sunday, May 07, 2017

Saturday, May 06, 2017


The “…conceptual inquiry” venture has grown beyond my initial intention. Immersion possesses me. I feel free to seem hermetic.

I expect to finish that excursion next week.

The old “conceptual prospecting” blog has been almost completely transposed to the blogger format (working back toward 2004, when it began). Later this year, I’ll appropriate its postings (probably in revised form) into what I’m doing now.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

for love of conceptual inquiry

May 5 update

This set of topics, named above (listed here), began in late December,
but added nothing until late April. Seven subtopics are now done—subtopics five through seven having several subtopics each.

Earlier, development of the site consolidated how that site is envisioned to complement what is becoming. A good sense of that became a posting there.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

a day

I don’t forget.

Saturday, April 08, 2017

turning up

I welcome the accumulation of writing pieces that “call” for constellation into their ownmost thematic gestalt. It’s like an assemblage artist entering his studio of stuff that he’s collected from godknowswhere because he wanted to do something with it, but didn’t know what. (I’m thinking of Robert Rauschenberg’s assemblage mentality and Jasper Johns’ policy toward materials: “Do something. Now, do something else.”)


Done. But I have to sleep before writing more, later today.

March 17 | Incredibly tedious, but coming along.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

imaginary yarn

Having lived through perhaps too many filmic transpositions
of Austenian voices to now avoid teasing your pique toward proper names as modifiers, I avow a persistence of Romanticism as everlasting love of remembering.

Sunday, January 01, 2017

weaving for a web of writing

The point of our life is enjoyment, and ultimacy of that might gain expression, but inwordness is not the point of enjoying our times,
though this is all that remains after death.

Not to be morbid. I shouldn’t have seen “Manchester by the sea”
last night. (Really. I regret it. But it reminds me I’m glad to not
be a low-skilled, embittered, anomic man.)

I have no idea what’ll become of my two websites, but it’s fun; and will remain so—and get better (if I may say so).