alien drifter

On the excitement range of 1-10 I have to say this is real excitement about a book I just got. So that's a ten. A real ten. It's Viggo's (can I use his first name? be casual? sure.) book "Recent Forgeries." Out of print unless you go to the publisher. (The site says 3rd Edition but my copy says 5th edition. What a good movie will do!) It comes with a CD which I haven't looked at yet. I'm anticipating joy. I'm on page 45 of the book. It's like being in the same room with Viggo. Probably because there's a picture of one of his rooms right up front. It's almost like being there—looking at the scribbles and scratches and reading the poetry. I'm like a 12-year-old and it's good.

Good art changes everything. It brings out the spirit of art in me. Suddenly I can see that spirit in everything—dust balls, napkins, the way my feet move, a torn envelope. I wish I could put that into art. Instead I capture weak images that look like pale shadows. See. I even get trite. But I don't feel trite.