The way to stay healthy is to be healthy.
—
Nanny Chu
Mister Chu:
The local road into town from the Maine house this June afternoon. I left the wood stove burning.
It is very not Austin, Texas at all. Green and wet. The local wise men tell me it will rain like this for the full week to come. I have many books and tea also. And blankets. And boots.
I do not believe I have ever hunkered in this month previously.
Proudly they say (of here) it’s not for everyone…meaning, on the surface, that you might not like it, but really meaning they do not want you (and everyone else) here. The irony is that many folks in Austin feel similarly.
I have much happiness, even if it is currently of a damp varietal.
Some think love to be a fear of loss.
It is not, but it can be.
—Nanny Chu
Melrose Circle in No. Little Rock, Arkansas, 1972 by Crystal K. D. Huie
This is a certain kind of America.
Of what is important, what is important?
—Nanny Chu
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction.
-Saul Bellow
Mister Chu:
I think I have repeated this before, but I need to keep saying it aloud and often (to myself as much as anything).
Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
No countenance:
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.- Paul Eluard
The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)
(Source: currentinspiration)
Perhaps the most serious complaint you could make about Bach is that he has every quality of humanity except imperfection.
—Jeremy Denk
…imagination divides us from mortality by the immortality of beauty, and binds us to each other by opening the secret doors of all hearts.
—W. B. Yeats, “William Blake and the Imagination” (via litverve)
(via lyvcreation)
Mister Chu is going to Maine
again. This very minute.
For nine months it seems he has been waiting to go or talking of going or dreaming of it, even the night has not been exempt.
Now the Texas summer has come stumbling in -tall and loud and hot- and he is off to the extraordinary terminal in New York to become stunned by the size and noise of the East for a few hours before dropping down into Portland and three months on a small peninsula.
[In Maine, there is a deeply ingrained sense that you can always get a little more use out of something. -Tim Sample]
He has not drawn or painted much while here in Austin and the Blue House. Keeping that feeling back. The first thing he will do when he arrives at the old building he stayed in last year will be to throw open the windows to the relative cold and take buckets of whitewash to his work room.
Erase (some reverse pentimento) all that was accumulated before.
And then begin again.
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TwinFin
—Out there in California
Out there in California (In back of the real)
“French culture and rock do not go well together.
It’s like English wine.”
Nicolas Godin [Air]
This idea of hides
begs what went on between us
once the shop was shut
The banging together
of a child’s shoes
full of sand
is the applause
of adulthood.
—Nanny Chu
Samuel Beckett (born April 13, 1906)
my loneliness I know it oh well I know it badly
I have the time is what I tell myself I have time
but what time famished bone the time of the dog
of a sky incessantly paling my grain of sky
of the climbing ray ocellate trembling
of microns of years of darkness—Samuel Beckett translated by Philip Nikolayev, Poetry, February 2008
Mister Chu:
I love this photograph.
As so many do.
The right hand gripping.
The face of course in general,
but the nose and the ear,
two certainties, defiant almost.
In the slipstream.
Inevitable.
(via lyvcreation)
