Today is December 1, World AIDS Day, and, in the early "celebrations" of that sad, dark day, the Day Without Art. Some galleries hung cloths over paintings; some theatres went dark. With advances in research and treatment, with so many people alive and thriving, I think the Day Without Art aspect has faded from commemorations of World AIDS Day.
So I am offering art today in the blog, but it is old art, pre-AIDS, a couple of Christmas-shopping Vogue covers!
I am not Christmas shopping today. Nor am I dusting. It is Slattern Day in the blog. But 1) I have been working, on book reviews, poetry features, submissions, etc. 2) there will be laundry (those gym clothes must be clean for PE class) 3) I was dusting, over the past few days, and it felt good! I dusted our bedroom: furniture, books, videos, knick-knacks, photos, and jewelry. Yes, it was so dusty, the jewelry needed dusting. This is costume jewelry, left out in little saucers and glasses or hanging from odd mini-sculptures as my kind of interior decoration. I like it, and I like it even better now that it is dusted off.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I've been an encyclopedia editor, a poetry editor, an actor and director, a library clerk, and an assistant professor of English. Now I'm a freelancer, work part time in a library, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.