Saturday, October 1, 2011

Spending Tym WiD U...

Spending time with you is even more fun than going to movie hall, disc, playing games.
or being sick to my stomach in the Flight to Patna.
partly because in your pink dress you look like a better cuter Katrina,
partly because of my love for you,
partly because of your love for gardening,
partly because of the lily around the gardens,
partly because of the secrecy ur smiles take on before people
and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary
when right in front of it in the warm Hyderabad 5 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Kinght Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank or for that matter Torres when he didn’t hit the shot carefully it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it..