i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool...

love this collection.

have loved j. alfred

since i met him

in professor hanna's

class, c. 1977.

(sue hanna taught me more

about words than i

did imagine at the time)

this?

it's a departure, i

suppose, from the past,

but it also hearkens

back. like all

great collections that

will be remembered,

it looks forward.

i don't really read fashion

press (did for many years)

anymore, just know what

i like. that's that. i can only

imagine what's been said

about all of this.

well. i think this

is one for history,

a game changer.

that's my vote.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Eliot, T.S.

1917

images: chanel + vogue + pgt

up the down staircase

quite an entrance

watery dominion

this might be

just the thing

if

if one were to go back again and

again there would still be no end

to the wonderment here

Hackesche Höfe,

Golem Kollektion

love and thanks to B :)

three

ways to look at gray

light. dust. snow.

pocket bauhaus

taken quickly! from the museum in weimar

golem kollection | tomas grzimek

golem kollection

snow. light. children.

looking through a set of

curtains on a morning

with new snow; the top

photo's taken at the villa

delange in nussdorf, a

thoroughly delightful

place to stay. a bit more

here in reference to that.

the photo below was taken

near the hackesche höfe in

berlin. it's the children in

the pediment that capture

the eye, & the good color.

much to charm the heart.

the essence of the humanities

"If the mind of the woodcarver or calligrapher is not at the edge where tool meets material -- or, more accurately, is recreated at their meeting -- then the job is botched. Whatever was originally meant by the term, crafts are 'mysteries' for that reason (OED sv 'mystery' 1,2)...We cannot, therefore, rest content with the comfortably simple definition of humanities computing as the application of the computer to the disciplines of the humanities, for it omits the very heart of the matter. It fails us by deleting the agent-scholar from the scene and, in the spatial metaphor implied by the preposition to (as in 'apply pencil to paper'), by overlooking the mediation of thought that his or her use of the computer implies..."

"...Pauline Yu [says], 'Without a persistent willingness to rethink traditional categories, we may only delude ourselves about what it means to cross disciplines. And without a conviction to adjust modes of analysis to newly perceived realities, to question what seems obvious or without question, and to reaffirm what seems of enduring value, we risk forgetting...the essence of the humanities. We cannot afford to take the risk of losing the insights into ourselves, our pasts, and our futures...'"

words from the work of dr. w. mccarty, king's college

goethe's house in weimar,

(this gives at least something

of an idea of the color. a bit.)

no experimentum crucis

well, wittgenstein had

something to say about

goethe's color theory &

i can honestly tell you

that i am quite relieved that

remarks on color is "generally

considered a very difficult

work" (due, partially, to

fragmentation. imagine!)

because i don't need one

more thing to add to my

(long & getting rather dusty)

reading list. but i did very

much like the cover of this

book in the window.

(probably a good

thing the shop was closed

for the night.)

zur farbenlehre

there is a magnificent

exhibit in weimar that

explains the intricacies

of goethe's color theory

see:

goethe's theory of colours &

schopenhauer's on vision and colors

the bright side

i think it can be habit-forming

to look at things with joy.

why not?

postcards for mr. beer and mr. john

a toast,

to two people who know from home

'a gigantic and delicate marvel'

"I would go from one turret to another,

admiring . . . the view of France, Switzerland

and Germany via one ray of sunshine."

-- Victor Hugo

The Cathedral of Our Lady of Strasbourg