Evolving aria on art and life

On my lap sits a packet of carrot seeds. In lieu of a handy notebook the packet is covered with scribblings–painters' names, possible first lines, addresses, existential question marks. Tomorrow I'll plant the seeds.


#Vienna waits for you

Yesterday, quite coincidentally, I heard two pop songs about Vienna. The first was by an obscure musician who lived next door to Lynne growing up. Name hardly matters, a guy known as Billy #Joel. The Vienna line goes: when will you realize Vienna waits for you? The other song was by Leonard #Cohen. I‘ve loved Cohen since Grade 9 English class, where an ebullient, duckling-haired teacher played his river ballad, #Suzanne, as though it were the #Ave Maria of our time. Cohen die



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