Another Month

As Mr. Aldrich so eloquently put it to me, it has been over a month since my last posting. The eloquence came in the subtext, which was something like, "and so post a frickin' entry," a sub-text he was nice enough not to fully textualize.

What's going on with me? The winter is slowly releasing its grasp on the testicles of the midwest. The high-pitched squealing wind will soon transpose itself to a lower register, a resonance of life enthusing the trees and the fauna. The time changes this weekend, and thus it will stay lighter longer. I usually forget about this time of year and how it revitalizes me. It comes just when I need it, too. As I put my head down and start working on two massive research papers, I'll receive motivation from the smell of spring and the longer afternoons. Thus the flowery language.

I'm working on some major thoughts about Jackson Pollock and his art. I'm looking to Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow for inspiration and I'm getting plenty of it. The main theme of my essay has to do with WWII, the Atomic Bomb, The reversed cause-effect relationship as envisioned by Pynchon and his story of the V2 Rocket and Slothrop's erection, the weight of Gravity, and the socio-economic arrangement of everyday life that made Pollock be Pollock at precisely the time that he existed. That probably doesn't make any sense, but it will when it's all fleshed out. I also have to write a paper that deals, in some way, with Medieval theatre. I'm not sure what that's going to look like, but it should be entertaining.

Art, art, art. Performance, performance, performance. Breathe it in, Breathe it out. If you ever question whether or not it's worth it to put extreme amounts of time and effort into the creation of art or into the education of young people, the answer is yes.

Happy Spring.