Oxford, Paris, and other things

I've never quite understood the English (I loved one once but I won't speak of it) and I can't remember what I am here for, in this island; the comfort of Knowing would help, I think, with the difficulty of Being or perhaps this is all a lie: perhaps wherever I'll be there'll always be this fucking melancholy? Yes. There are days like that -out of love, out of reach- when nothing appears right, nothing but the day that will come next, perhaps.

Good fun at the MAO last Thursday, lots of music with Bruno singing (I didn't know he sung as well as improvising on the cello... and making violins...!) and Felicity Ford taking pictures of whoever was courageous (drunk?) enough to be a volonteer...and (ceci explique cela...) the cider was wonderful! http://www.modernartoxford.org.uk/Events/Music http://www.thedomesticsoundscape.com/wordpress My picture taken by Felicity Ford.

Now you see it. And here we are again: about trying to write a review, not sure yet I'm going to bother with the Oxford Times... also I don't feel 100% honest now because I HAVE JUST BOUGHT MY FIRST ART PIECE... very excited about that! Let's speak about other stuff seen tonight then... the most striking really is Julie Monaco's work called well I'm not sure how it's called actually but it is made completely from a computer: no acrylic painting, no pictures re-worked on photoshop, no: completely from the machine. Julie even went all the way to some LA image studio to learn the craft... It is like a bit of a plane that comes crashing into a stormy electronic sea or a compacted and slightly pxssxd off Japanese letter jumping out of a dark page... fascinating. Dark though, very dark, very un-human (et pour cause...) so for a bit of comfort, you can rest your eyes for a moment on Barbara Petzold's Snowberry Bride : tender touch of paint on canvas, pink colours...

on twitter now, well apparently, not sure really . I have written a twitter-poem... 140 signs... a tricky thing... the more rules we have, the better it is... no? This first twitter poem best in LA to walk tall even if small but if the gun have woken up best not to walk at all... rip you from the gang, lying under the am sun was influenced by Gina Loring

Seen in the north of Germany, one fine July morning

Sommer im Sierksdorf immer: die Welt in den Augen der Freunde die so licht ist und tanzt wie Mädchen im Wald (A. liesst Friedrich...) und die Fahne Schleswig-Holsteins liegt, ohne Lüge, wie ein Frankreich am Strand