Saturday, July 30, 2022

#493 The Lost Jockey (1948)





The surface of the Earth is
covered with overlapping
racetracks. Take the wrong
turn, & a jockey is likely to

find themselves in unfamiliar
surroundings, sometimes not
even on the continent they
started off on. & often lost from

sight, until a convenient cave
opening allows the invisible
to regain some visibility, even
if in a parched & foreign land.

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

#492 The State of Grace

What people see is the title,
not the subject. & the subject
contradicts the title. “I was
inspired,” said Magritte. “The 
subject to be painted: a bicycle 
on a cigar.” Or to put it even
more bluntly, a bicycle riding
roughshod over another object —
no state of grace in that. Ex-
cept . . .The objects float, & 
perhaps a belief hovers that 
the laws of gravity are defied 
when things are in a state of 
grace. Which brings in Simone 
Weill, who wrote: “All the 
natural movements of the soul 
are controlled by laws analogous 
to those of physical gravity. 
Grace is the only exception.” 
‘Analogous to’ is the escape 
clause that allows St. Thomas 
Aquinas to come on board &
point out that grace builds
upon, not contradicts, nature.
Then, once all parties are on
stage, lined up like ten pins 
in a state of grace, Magritte 
reappears, wearing his bowl-
er hat, & with a solid verbal 
cast, scatters the skittles
with his addendum: “A bike
sometimes runs over a cigar
down in the street.” No
gravity, no grace inherent.

Friday, July 08, 2022

#491 The Window (2)

This what we set out attempting
to do, the catching of a bird in
flight. So fast, so hard though.
Requires practice, patience, per-
sistence. Means starting in one
domain, which, if we fail with its
mode of manual dexterity, must,

then, move ahead to another, 
leaving some familiar forms be-
hind. Ironic, though, since many 
of those are classed as futuristic,
but the intention must be there to 
move forward, to invent the fu-
ture or re-invent it before our one

arrives. Observation: the painter
on the road, bowler-hatted but 
yet to become Mr. Everyman, 
still in the future. But the pre-
sent striding on toward the peaks 
& villages. & the past, Vincent 
van Gogh. The Road to Tarascon.