i've started a new morning pages regimen (writing three pages longhand every morning immediately upon waking up), and i was wondering if that would affect my writing here on the blog. but i don't think it will-- at least not adversely. i think i pick and choose what i write here, which is only natural-- i have a keen awareness that it's public. and i'm protective to the point of semi-paranoia. i'm not sure why this is. i guess i have a keen sense of potential retribution, or i am afraid of my shallowness being revealed. yet, by not revealing much, i am keeping myself in relatively shallow waters.
last night i watched orson welles's "essay-documentary" called F FOR FAKE. it centers mostly on a notorious art forger named elmyr de hory, who does beautiful matisses and modiglianis and has fooled many "experts" who took his forgeries as authentic. the movie also examines other related and unrelated fakes. it's very playful and fun. when it ended i laughed and felt satisfied; i've never seen a movie quite like it before. for welles fans, another must-see is dick cavett's interview (early 70's) with welles, who is not only a riveting raconteur but is also charming as heck.
though the ice days last week were a welcomed respite, overall last week sucked. i don't know, there was something off about it. i'm looking forward to a much better one this week. we are reading dylan thomas's UNDER MILK WOOD in theatre II. it's fantastic...
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