Indian ink on cardboard.
What’s most striking to me about Moser’s turn-of-the-century art is how often it can resemble an especially cool 1960’s album cover.
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#$@%, I BOUGHT WOMEN’S READING GLASSES BY ACCIDENT.
They even have little sparkly studs in the frame.
How can I be expected to BUY the right glasses when the ones I have are broken and I can’t SEE?!? And when I was in a rush!!! WHY THE @#$% WERE THESE IN THE MEN’S SECTION?!?
The boys are going to laugh their @$$es off.
It sucks being old. And blind. And dumb.
Update: MY BUDDY’S GIRLFRIEND JUST TOLD ME SHE HAS THE SAME PAIR!!!
William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 64, read by Eric Robert Nolan
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-ras’d
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat’ry main,
Increasing store with loss and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
“Love,” Koloman Moser, circa 1895
Indian ink, white gouache on paper.
“The Addictions of Sin: W. H. Auden in His Own Words” (BBC Four)
I’m linking here to a terrific documentary produced by BBC Four to celebrate the centenary of W. H. Auden’s birth in 1907. It’s a superb biopic — thanks to Youtube user Andrey Shulyatyev for uploading this.
One thing that occurred to me as I watched this was the resilience of Auden’s pursuit of love and beauty despite his first-hand witness of the most terrible and ugly things — the violent rise of fascism in Germany, the Second Sino-Japanese War, and the devastation of post-World War II Germany. And this resilience was reflected in his work ethic even until his death in 1973.
Poster for “Frommes Kalender,” Koloman Moser, 1899
Color lithograph.
F. Scott Fitzgerald reads from William Shakespeare’s “Othello”
Act I, Scene 3.
The war is over, Charles. You can go home.
Rest easy, David Ogden Stiers. He died at age 77.
My mediocre mountain shots.
March 2018. One of the things that I love about Roanoke is how its mountains are obscured on overcast days by low-lying clouds. It’s the kind of thing that would have been unheard of where I grew up — on the uniformly flat Long Island. I doubt the novelty of it will ever fully erode.
W. H. Auden reads “The More Loving One”
Youtube user ScientificUnity created and uploaded this. It’s a beautifully edited video and the audio of W. H. Auden is quite clear.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 