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Monday Dec 09, 2002

Animate and Inanimate

I didn’t know John that well. Still, there he lay in quiet repose as if he were merely asleep in the casket. His hair was neatly combed back and he wore a suit. His body was there on view, but where did his life go?

My mother knew John when he had lived near her in one of the condominiums with his lady friend. He was good-natured. They had moved about five years back to some isolated part of the state. A phone call from the lady friend: John had apparently died of a heart attack.

It is bitter cold outside as I drive my mother and myself to the funeral parlour, an old but well-cared for home.

There were about twenty-five people in the parlour. I could see John in the open casket in the front of the room. He would be cremated later. Bob Dylan was singing and screeching a tune from his Blonde on Blonde album. My mother was shaky and, after giving our condolences to the lady friend, we sat down to wait for the service.


Saturday Dec 07, 2002

Muzak or Mozart

What is Art?

The answer in the broadest brushstroke is this: It’s all art.

The art I am talking about is art from the soul. Once the soul is found, the form follows—painting, music, dance, literature, and so on. Isn’t all art from the soul? No. Muzak is not Mozart.

Let me tell you about the piano man.


Friday Dec 06, 2002

Moonchild in Hollywood

Why don’t I write “the” Universe?

In Buckminster Fuller’s world vocabulary, it was Universe, not “the” Universe; there was no need for using the definite article “the” before Universe—the word that described it all. He approached Universe with humility. After all, we don’t say we’re going to explore “the” nature. Bucky had a marvelous insight here and I pass it on to anyone who wants to the adopt the concept. You cannot go wrong if you do.

I was living in the Hollywood Hills some years ago when a friend told me about an exhibit at a local gallery that featured the work of a young girl, a prodigy of ten or eleven years old, who painted with a maturity well beyond her years or discernable experience.

I went to see the exhibit one afternoon.


Tuesday Dec 03, 2002

The Choices We Make

The power to choose is one of the gifts and responsibilites in this incarnation. Choice is to make a decision and that decision leads you in a direction, which can be positive, or not. Is it this road or that road? If you don’t know which road, then you are lost. And when you are lost, it makes sense to ask how do I get there from here. The key here is know who is giving the directions.

People want freedom. Most often, however, they don’t have a grasp of the nature of freedom. Most folks think money is freedom.


Friday Nov 29, 2002

A House is Not a Home

One of the most powerful feelings is that of feeling at home, a place where we belong. Home is not merely physical space; it is everthying connected with that space and all that the senses perceive and associate with it.

I have met artists who couldn’t work unless certain conditions were met. Let’s take one well-known artist who lived in California. I had met his mistress, an art critic, at a party.

She told me me how he worked.