Friday, December 21, 2018


Conceptual work is going well, but I don’t have anything to say about it now.

I streamed “Things To Come” (“L’avenir,” 2016), starring Isabelle Huppert. I’d seen it in a theater when it first came to town, but I needed it again. And I got infatuated with its everydayness (so French, you know—having the legacy of Cinéma vérité).

So affirming is Nathalie’s authenticity amid so much pretentiousness around her—going with the flow amid personal chaos, having serenity about endings, beginnings, loss, and renewal—being her ownmost unchained melody of life.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Thursday, December 13, 2018

soliloquy to J. D. Salinger

Related notes from recent years that became outtakes while doing
the Web set, “love of being better” (introduced below, Web link
at the end there), were sequenced into a singular thing.

The set, from 2015—2018, makes a confessional prelude to “…being better,” which is a preface to upcoming stuff.

love of better being

Keywords of our lives may be so overwrought, they mean little anymore—or merely serve specific contexts, having that—but no more singular integrity than scale and horizon of a life has singular definability.

The poets who keep it simple implicitly appeal to us to feel truly
each point that’s here.

Saturday, December 08, 2018

saturdaynotes, 9/29—12/8

I’ve begun actually writing the new cycle of web work for But I’m in the middle of merely-prefacial narrative that I don’t want to upload until I write myself out of that, by the middle of next week, I expect (as I am actively progressing, section by section, day by day).

Thursday, December 06, 2018

extraterrestrial love in hiding

I’ve posted lots of astrobiological reveries recently, via my Disqus account (only during the past month), which show at the Daily Galaxy articles that I’m commenting on. I want to transfer those as independent postings at the blog where I posted a long reverie today.

Saturday, September 01, 2018

“I am my art,” where doing art is
necessary to being

Last night, I was spellbound by the new American Masters documentary on Eva Hesse. I stared at the screen for the entire 1.5 hours as if I was meeting the sister I wasn’t told I had. Her joy, fearlessness, devotion to living her artistry, and obsession with the uncanniness, the ephemerality of being, was awing.

Saturday, August 04, 2018

saturdaynotes, 9/29—12/8

I’m too occupied to do an update beyond the August 4 update. Sorry.

But that update links to a new posting on Habermas.

In the future, I’m going to note all new material at Twitter, as well as here. That includes blog postings elsewhere that I also indicate here. Separately, I’m going to note all new material at my other Twitter account.

Monday, June 25, 2018

interview silences troped with
some confession

In a filmic sense, my social life is largely voiceover.

Monday, June 18, 2018


Saturday, I vowed to no longer spotlight that my birthday is Bloomsday, though I violate my vow this one time, to publicly seal it.

And I realized that I’m so immersed in gestations that I had, I have nothing more to say soon, publicly.

Writing, creativity offline is so lovely, why say more than what is,
in effect, letters to a muse?

So, for now, there’s my recent update at, and I schedule another date with you here—far away, because gestation is that way, even with a due date.

But you know you can trust me to return.

Sunday, May 27, 2018


May 26: “...I’ll do something non-trivial.”
Done: the May 27 posting below: “intimations.”

I reneged on my June 2 promise to do a substantive update at
“I’m doing intensive work. I don’t want to explain.” Ditto here.

But I never know in advance when I’ll feel like sharing something before the next promised update.


When I set out to plan for Cycle 4 of, February 15, I linked to a placeholder page that was to be developed, which I’ve now done.

I kept its earlier beginning, but added text that has been removed from the “sense of site” page at; added some new notes; and copied into the page some quotes that remain at the current version of “sense of site.”

This may be boring news, but what’s been acted out is a modest withdrawal of myself (this life) from (that world)—having earlier there been too self possessed for what that site is supposed to become.

But I have no general problem with self possession.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

feeling for story: dramatic appeal (value)
in emotional novelty

This is § b of “Section 3: Fake views exploit the appeal of valid drama.”

Why is a chid enchanted by fabulous prospects? Childlike appeal of fabulism (i.e., proffering fables) echoes fantastic cultural stories, once upon a time guided by mythologies that conceptualized worldviews which gave telic cohering and comfort to cycles of life. Such appeal in that kind of narrative echoes in “true” feeling of fictionality and in romanticism (widely conceived, including every mode of safe thrill). A tropological “realism” constitutes dramatic life.

Saturday, April 21, 2018

story as scaffold of uncapturable life

Narrative can be invitation to imagination, such that the more minimal it is, the more gracious toward reader imaginability the line is.

“This is my confession,” as if narrativity in quote marks is distanced pretense without commitment to authorial candor. Characted confession may cloak a candor that thereby escapes others’ want of elaboration, as if her or his innerwordliness has no more to share beyond a brevity of time passing too quickly, which the story shows.

Saturday, April 14, 2018


Too much to say, too little time to say it now…

How a flawed film has so much promise that I spend over six hours, across three evenings, doing notes on scenes and shots and dialogue—streaming a few seconds, stop, notes, stream...

Saturday, March 24, 2018

filmic fems

I’m in love with a girl—well, enchanted. In my next life, I’m coming back as Lale (age 11 or so) in the Turkish film “Mustang” (2016), played by Günes Sensoy (4 shots there). If you haven’t seen it, you absolutely must (especially if you’re a girl-woman).

Saturday, March 10, 2018

a perfectly made film

Friday, Mar. 9, 11:28 pm

I’m befuddled about why I missed Jane Campion’s “Portrait of a Lady” when it was first released, 1996. I can recall that the year was somewhat chaotic for me. But I loved “The Piano” (1993).

Sunday, February 25, 2018

...then winter imposed again.

I’m not ready to say more about Cycle 4 of The Project than I did last week.

The Feb. 8 g.comsense of site” was enhanced yesterday.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

days go by...

Tree twigs are flowering that spring’s already here.

Saturday, February 10, 2018


Jasper Johns is still painting.

The reviewer, Deborah Solomon, ends her review: “... Leonardo da Vinci was one of the first masters that Mr. Johns admired. He was especially captivated by the ‘Deluge’ drawings,... When he was in mid-30s, Mr. Johns had a chance to actually see the drawings..... Was it an exciting experience? ‘Yes,’ he replied with typical terseness, and a little laugh, ‘except that they looked exactly like the reproductions.’”

I began my “Comment” at the article: “Solomon’s article ending is lovely. It reminds me of Jacques Derrida’s iconic point that writing in speech—displaced authoriality in authorship—makes all originals quotational.”

Friday, February 09, 2018

about “a heartwarming work of
awe-filling genius”

To say that sundry gardening is “1000+ pages” is an understatement, because that’s actually 1000+ documents, most of which are more than one typical-book page long (though many are much less than a book page). It’s fair to say that the documents average 3 book pages.

It’s fair to say that sundry gardening is 3,000 pages—longer than Proust’s Time Regained (commonly titled Remembrance of Things Past), let alone Ulysses.

Saturday, February 03, 2018

sundry gardening

I’m devoted to my love of writing—I’m serious—but the point of life is fun. So, I have serious fun.

Love you, wording!

Seriousness of devotion to appreciability calls for humility of pretense.

There’s no sacrilege in lightness about enlightening woods.

Call me license of happy old age there.

Hear: We are each other’s window, each’s mirror.

Saturday, January 27, 2018


One more week? No more than two: I’m formatting listings, no longer doing text editing. I never bothered to count how many pages I’ve accumulated. I’m aghast that it’s 850+ Webpages and postings. Over the years, when I finished something, I didn’t much go back to it. I moved on to whatever’s next, and had no idea of the volume of work done.