Followers of this blog may notice that I’ve descended into the world of elephants and iPhone art over the last few months. (Those who disagree with my views on art and politics may consider this an ascension.)
I genuinely like elephants! (I’m guessing you’ve noticed.)
I’m also having a hard time writing blogs lately. Part of the problem is that the news feels almost as grim to me as the weather. The outbreaks of protest and democracy in the Middle East are pretty amazing, but there still seems to be a pall over much of the world, or, over this country at least–bifurcated clouds of threat and slog.
Of course, there’s always poetry! Fiction! Important loves (besides elephants.) However, in the face of a world of publishing which seems increasingly fragmented –divided between an impossibly crowded field of micro-sellers and a few celebrity blockbusters–even these have, for the moment, lost some of their glint/promise/appeal.
I tell myself: change happens! Transitions are messy! Dispiriting confusion is part of the mix!
Yes.
And too, there are elephants.
Which, when they are not stampeding, have a certain timeless sweetness.
In my book; on my iPhone screen; dancing, pinkly, through a (temporarily, I hope) darkened mind.
(PS – the elephant book is 1 Mississippi; the poetry is Going On Somewhere. Both are available on Amazon. Check them out!)
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