When I was in high school, I acquired some oil paints, brushes, and some of those canvases wrapped around cardboard. Nevertheless, I pushed on painting about one work a year hoping the talent I needed so badly would miraculously appear. Working in a small school can be very gratifying, but one must be careful not to let folks know what youa€™re good at. When I began my earnest effort to get better at art, I did a lot of paintings of groups of people. I certainly wasna€™t developing talent while painting all those cats, but I was developing skills and techniques. If an art gallery had not opened about a block and a half from my home, I guess Ia€™d have over five hundred paintings stacked up in the garage by now.
One day about four years ago, Cheryl and Cathy called and asked if they could come by to see my work.
Before the cat show, a€?Cats, Cats, and More Cats,a€? Cheryl asked what my expectations for the show were. A year later, we had a third show, a€?Dogs,a€? which I did in conjunction with Jane Dubose of Houston. I had and still have so many paintings; I needed to find other places to attempt to sell them. I was invited to show my works at one of the local restaurants in Bryan, The Village Downtown.
By searching the internet, I found one really great gallery in a little community within my 30 mile limit. Another place is Blues Alley in Navasota which is owned by Russell Cushman, one Hell of an artist and a fellow I met and liked years ago when he and a couple of other artists had a gallery in Navasota.
One thing that youa€™ve probably recognized as a characteristic of the art dealers I work with is that theya€™re nice folks.
Recently the Arts at the Lake association sponsored an art trail that ran through several small towns along Highway 36.


Nevertheless, I pushed on painting about one work a year hoping the talent I needed so badly would miraculously appear.A  No such luck.
I never mentioned to Cheryl or Cathy that I painted.A  However, to my dismay, my wife kept mentioning it to them encouraging them to come by our home to see my work. One thing that youa€™ve probably recognized as a characteristic of the art dealers I work with is that theya€™re nice folks.A  Life is too short to work with any other kind.
The poetry collections we are offering here are reprints from two highly acclaimed Penguin editions from the 1980s. A A A  A frequent translator from the German, French and Hungarian, he has practiced psychotherapy with Anglophone expatriates in Budapest and still spends summers at his house in a small village near the shores of Lake Balaton in Hungary. This essay began as a letter to the aforementioned author to express my personal thoughts and some of my favorite points of his book, as it has been a profound source of inspiration for me since finding it some weeks ago. A A A  One thing for me personally which I love is the stretching of conventional rules, whether it be music or in this case, writing.
A A A  One thing I always love doing, perhaps unsuccessfully most of the time, I admit, is create wonderfully long, comma separated sentences, in just the right order a€“ with some interjections by the author - that express not only a general idea but a smaller subtext, either in the form of a quote or a personal opinion on the matter at hand, not at all unlike this very one (though they almost never make their way past my editors!). A A A  MBa€™s voice is also a voice of honesty in a time when it is imperative to practice intellectual honesty within the machinations of todaya€™s world.
A A A  A frightening question, and one we must all ask ourselves with that same level of intellectual honesty, lest our own morality and conscience turn into nothing but a€?ideological chest-thumping and propagandistic self-congratulationa€?. It is a rather personal matter though, and since it involves so much of me, and my own thoughts, Ia€™d like to try to write it more formally to share with others. It is a general guideline in most disciplines that humans undertake, that you must first learn the rules in order to then break them. But Blumenthal (who I will refer to from now on as MB) takes this to new levels, with great results. It is therefore only natural for me that a man of such verbal and observational depth would then turn his eye to the political, but with that all-so-needed humanity that is missing in much of todaya€™s politics.
I will end this essay (much like the rest of it), alas, not with my words, but with those of a more eloquent man, speaking of an even more eloquent man yet, saying that a€?mine is the enthusiasm of the freshly converted, the passion of the younger writer (artist) who has found in the voice of an older, wiser, more profoundly talented and humane man than himself, a model for what redeems us both as artists and as members of humankind.


In addition, he has included a translatora€™s note which provides not only insight in the poet himself but also a further understanding of the state of Hungarian poetry in general. It was by some sort of chance (maybe, and if otherwise, we can go down that road at a later time) that I came across Blumenthala€™s book in a haznalt angol konyvbolt (used English book store) in Budapest.
When asked by friends, What do you love so much about Budapest, isna€™t it, well, a bit primitive, MB responds, a€?Yes friends, it is a bit primitive, a bit sad, a bit tragic, a bit unfinished, a bit tainted, a bit melancholic a€“yes, yes, the way the beautiful always is and always has been tainted, primitive, slightly sad, unfinished, tragic, eternally hopeful. The book, written by an American professor who fell in love with Budapest upon his arrival and spent the next 4 years living there (here) writing essays and poetry, came as a much needed push to my own internal monologue and personal search.
A graduate of Cornell Law School and formerly Director of Creative Writing at Harvard, he is the author of the memoir All My Mothers and Fathers (Harper Collins, 2002), and of Dusty Angel (BOA Editions, 1999).
In music as in literature, flashiness without depth of content cannot persevere, and not only does Michael Blumenthal arouse our intellect and our own ideas of ourselves with his subject matter, the manner in which it is delivered is a true pleasure to behold and a celebration of language. It is because of this perhaps, that when I write and want to sound like Oa€™Henry or Blumenthal, it just sounds bad and pretentious, as when I sit at a drum kit and want to sound like Bill Bruford.
But I have no interest in listening to or creating normal music, nor do I particulary like reading or writing normal literature. Ribelow Prize for the best work of Jewish fiction, has recently been re-issued in paperback, and his collection of essays from Central Europe, When History Enters the House, was published in 1998. Therea€™s nothing wrong with what I may be referring to as normal, just that in the world of personal preferences, these are mine.
Therefore when I hear Bruford caressing the drums like he does at the beginning and really all the way through Heart of the Sunrise and Close to the Edge, or the way Blumenthal weaves his way through the complexities and intricacies of the human spirit in The (Un)Wisdom of (In)Security, God Bless you Mrs.
KovA?cs and The allure of Exile, I feel not only personally exalted but also with a higher appreciation for the role of these art forms play in how we live and grow.



Memory training 07
Change management toolkit
Iyengar yoga yogakshema


 

  1. 28.04.2016 at 21:37:44
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    When your earnest need for change meets the away from the daily.
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    KRASOTKA writes:
    This is, is to?join one in every of our Yoga you follow a strict sattvic weight.
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    Having the ability to follow mindfulness within the office instructor Florence temple Crammed.
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