One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Greenbelt Progress (10.14.17)


Morning at USC

Hadn't been there in years (other than around the somewhat scary perimeter). Last year I went to UCLA (one of my alma maters), this year USC. Took some of the seniors from school.





Night at the Lagoon


Sunday, October 8, 2017

Long Beach Marathon (2017), the Halloween Guy, and Mr. Dwight Egret








Not Much of a Review: "Blade Runner 2049"

The offbeat, dystopic view of LA was there, but the story wasn't. Besides being too long (the wife's input), the storyline really seemed to suffer. Perhaps it needed a Ridley Scott or Philip K. Dick.

What do I know ...

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Harvest Moon 2017 (A Bit Late)

Perhaps not all that I was hoping for, but still an event. As someone once said: Anything to get you out of the house. Anyway, Charlie enjoyed the walk (though he doesn't look up), a circle of ladies enjoyed Charlie, and we caught a few nocturnal swimmers doing their thing (both of the human and bioluminescent variety).


Sunday, October 1, 2017

From Bernhard's "Extinction"

Certainly one of his longest. And work keeps me from everything. Still, sticking with it. There are gems and precious stones from time to time.


The majority is not necessarily in tune with the times just because it’s the majority, I thought, though this too is a common belief that is often acted upon, to the detriment of the times. A minority may also be in tune with the times, often more in tune than the majority; even an individual may be more in tune with the times than the majority, indeed more so than everybody else. The majority has always brought misfortune, I thought, and even today we have the majority to thank for most of our ills. The minority and the individual are crushed by the majority because they are more in tune with the times and act accordingly. Ideas that are in tune with the times are always out of tune with them, I thought, for such ideas are always ahead of the times if t hey are truly in tune with them. Hence whatever is in tune with the times is in reality out of tune with them, I thought.

Walking [9.30.17 & 10.1.17]


Thursday, September 21, 2017

The Romantics

Peeting, reading (Bernhard), playing with a nonsense line on Schleiermacher. When I thumbed through my Kindle Library it was not-so-surprisingly bare re S. I did find a slender sampling of the German Romantics, however, and I latched on to this bit (gleaned from the little I read on an essay about them, written by _________________), which became my mantra for the morning's walk:

And reality is not as transparent as the Enlightenment assumed it to be; existence divided by reason leaves a remainder, as Goethe had put it. 

Yosemite Flyover II

The photographer said the pilot said nothing about it. But if he'd gotten much closer they would've been lunching at Curry Village (old names die hard).


By Photographer X

Singing in the Rain

Sure the clouds were gray to black, but this is Southern California. I stopped under a big leafy tree to wait it out (the first significant rain of the season?), took a few pics, and then hoofed it home with a little protection (windbreaker more than raincoat -- but hooded). The ducks were beelining it to the bank for cover, a leaf  (hanging on a thread or caught in the wind?) took forever to fall.





Sunday, September 17, 2017

Katia Swihart's Art

Not sure what you'd call it. Bit darker than her last outing. Something about family, playing cards (Euchre, Horse), growing up, loss, home, home away from home, homelessness, memory, wounds, disappointment, grappling with the complexity of the world (world = age of humankind), ...











Saturday, September 16, 2017

R L Swihart's "Munising: Musing"

HCE Review is "an online literary journal published through the Creative Writing programmes at University College Dublin." My poem -- "Munising: Musing" -- is in the current issue (Volume I, Issue VI, p. 34).

Colorado Lagoon: Red Flowers [9.16.17]

Sunday, September 10, 2017

"Extinction": Another "Clip"

The artificial world produced the artificial human being, and conversely the artificial human being produced the artificial world. Nothing is natural any longer, I said. We start from the premise that everything is natural, but that’s a fallacy. Everything is artificial, everything is artifice. Nature no longer exists. We always start from the contemplation of nature, when for ages we should have been starting from the contemplation of artifice. That’s why everything’s so chaotic. So false. So desperately confused. Where there’s no nature there can be no contemplation of nature, Gambetti—that must be obvious.

Waking Up with the Old Car Show (2017)

Left here about 5:00. Got to Peet's by 5:30. Only took early morning pics. I couldn't tell an Old Ford from an Old Chevy. I can spot the Old Woodies.

On the way down (still dark) a line of classic cars spit and choked past me on Park. I was in a cloud of gray-blue smoke for at least 5 minutes.





Travels with Charlie: Sunset @ the Colorado Lagoon [9.9.17]


Saturday, September 9, 2017

"Clip" from Bernhard's "Extinction"

The country he's referring to is of course Austria. But these days ...


Wherever you look, tastelessness reigns supreme. And a total lack of interest in everything—as though the stomach were all-important and the mind quite superfluous, I said. Such a stupid people, I said, and such a magnificent country—an incomparably beautiful country. Natural beauty such as you find nowhere else, and a people that has so little interest in it.

Monday, September 4, 2017

The Crystal Palace

The Crystal Palace was a cast-iron and plate-glass structure originally built in Hyde Park, London, to house the Great Exhibitionof 1851. More than 14,000 exhibitors from around the world gathered in its 990,000-square-foot (92,000 m2) exhibition space to display examples of technology developed in the Industrial Revolution. Designed by Joseph Paxton, the Great Exhibition building was 1,851 feet (564 m) long, with an interior height of 128 feet (39 m).[1] The invention of the cast plate glass method in 1848 made possible the production of large sheets of cheap but strong glass, and its use in the Crystal Palace created a structure with the greatest area of glass ever seen in a building and astonished visitors with its clear walls and ceilings that did not require interior lights.
The name of the building resulted from a piece penned by the playwright Douglas Jerrold, who in July 1850 wrote in the satirical magazine Punch about the forthcoming Great Exhibition, referring to a "palace of very crystal".[2]
After the exhibition, it was decided to relocate the Palace to an area of South London to be rebuilt on Penge Common, at the top of Penge Peak next to Sydenham Hill, an affluent suburb of large villas. It stood there from 1854 until its destruction by fire in 1936. The nearby residential area was renamed Crystal Palace after the famous landmark including the park that surrounds the site, home of the Crystal Palace National Sports Centre, which had previously been a football stadium that hosted the FA Cup Final between 1895 and 1914. Crystal Palace F.C. were founded at the site in 1905 and played at the Cup Final venue in their early years. The park still contains Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins's Crystal Palace Dinosaurs which date back to 1854.
In 2013 a Chinese developer proposed to re-build the Crystal Palace [3] but the developer's sixteen-month exclusivity agreement with Bromley council to develop its plans was cancelled when it expired in February 2015.


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Sunday, September 3, 2017

Bernhard's "Extinction"

Dropped Hawthorne for now (he just toured the no-longer Crystal Palace in London) and have picked up another Bernhard. Apparently his last novel. Extinction.


The epigraph is by Montaigne:

I feel death ever pinching me by the throat, or pulling me by the back.


Two clips:

I had given Gambetti five books that I thought would be useful and necessary to him in the next few weeks, telling him to read them slowly and carefully: Jean Paul’s Siebenk√§s, Kafka’s The Trial, Thomas Bernhard’s Amras, Musil’s The Portuguese Woman, and Broch’s Esch or Anarchy.


For a thinking person it is possible first to arrive at an ideal concept of art by way of nature, and then to arrive at the ideal contemplation of nature by way of the ideal concept of art.

Walking: Sunflowers & Humidity

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Friday, September 1, 2017

Playing with My New Phone

Pandora's Box of Technology. Can't live with it, can't live without it.