Thoughts From The Road

randomness in motion…

The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.

– Anne Sexton, “Welcome Morning” (1975)

Sophistry is a word I’m seeing everywhere all of a sudden. Phony prophets are also everywhere, too, tho, so it makes sense.

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Sometimes being kind means not being nice.

I am the sole Jewish resident of my 16-Unit condominium complex in Brooklyn. That’s not a thought I ever had, not something I ever noticed, in all the 15-years in my apartment. Until this week. Crazy.

For sure this is the age of the critic, for better and worse. It’s kinda cool how more people make a solid living from writing about art than creating art. Maybe it’s always been that way.

Criticism and critique are conflated now, tho. Most current criticism is worthless, because its default is to find fault, rather than connection.