
28.1.11
goldilocks








i always likedgoldilocks becauseshe had the guts togo into that houseand try their stuffout. i don't know ifi would have done that.and then she took off,but really it wasn'tcowardice: it wasself-preservation.i mean, they werebears. right?i suppose some folksthought she wasn'tthat bright. but thatwasn't my read on it.in the version i liked,she was quite savvy andin possession ofa strong will.my feeling was thatshe didn't letnotbeing one of themstop her. she madeherself at home.and she didn't give up.until it was, truly,time to cut and run.okay, so maybeshe dozed off for a bit.but she wasn'tafraid to sit in thebig chair and try it outfor size.and 'tho she didbreak a few rules,she figured outwhat was justright.
now. doesn'tthat soundbetter thanplanning to be a princesswhen you grow up?
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2 more imperfect postcards from mary randolph carter (& a note from l.b.)


"Landscape: Another 25-cent junk painting that
has that look of Fall in the American countryside.
Still life of table: From my junk master's
collection--it reminded me of Thanksgiving."
mary randolph carter included
the above in her original notes for
the postcards series. i've been
thinking about art a lot lately,
and maybe the reason it took
so long to publish these is that
i needed them to remind me
that art is not easy to define
and harder, still, to qualify.
louise bourgeois just arrived
in the mail, via a suggestion
from david john at yhbhs.
here's what she said on p. 91:
"If I am asked what I want to
express, then this makes more
sense. At that point there is a
mystery we can at least talk
about, since for a lifetime I have
wanted to say the same thing..."
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