April 26, 2014
I woke up this morning with a thought “don’t think but look!” It startled me at first, but as I slowly gained conscious by focusing my gaze towards the bedroom window, which at times, and really depends on the time of the day, and if there is sunshine, looks like the painting by Eugène Delacroix, specifically his “Basket of Flowers.” I drained every thought from my head and just focused on the flowers that are on the window sill. Even if I have an appointment in the morning, I always take my time in stepping out of bed. I don’t even stretch, or make a noise, but just noticing the flowers and how that petals react to the breeze or wind outside. Also I have a large tree outside the window, which also causes a distinctive degree of lighting that makes shadows against the ceiling, as I lay on my back. It is just my version of going to the cinema, but without the narration nonsense.
By my bedside I have a 1950s era Califone 42V, Promenade II direct drive portable turntable and I only play one album on this, and that is a recording by Ma Rainy, the mother of the blues. In the 20s, she made over 100 recordings, which for me, define that era. Some feel the blues or jazz is only good for evening life, but I totally disagree with that theory. The ability to kick life at its shin, is a good way to begin the day. I prepare breakfast, and rarely do I change the food or procedure. I only like to eat English muffins with peanut butter from Whole Foods Markert and sugarless jam of assorted flavors. I tend to have at the very least, ten different jars of jam in my 1950 Frigidaire refrigerator. I like to sit in the kitchen on a stool by a portable card table, facing the window above the sink. Due to the building across the way, I don’t get direct sunlight in the kitchen, but that’s perfectly OK with me. I only like the sunlight in my bedroom.
I don’t read French and I have never read A. E. van Vogt, but I do have a copy of his novel “Le Monde des Å” (The World of Null-A) in French, which is translated by Boris Vian. Me, being such a hardcore Vian fan, I needed to not only own the book, but I often try to read it, even though I can’t even pronounce French words. But I like the thought of reading this book in French. I have heard that the French sub-culture youth group Zazous, used to carry English language books to look more cosmopolitan, and that is something that I totally concur with. Not only that, but I feel text can be not only read, but also felt in an emotional sense or even on another dimension. When you get down to it, I only want to face the world in my ability to see what I want to look at, but also, and if possible, through vocabulary.