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“Harriet II”

Harriet II
Harriet II. Acrylic on canvas (2019)

This is one of my most recent full-frontal mechanized assaults on the noble and esteemed science of aesthetics. The portrait is of Harriet, who I met when she was 15 (and I was 40), and who I watched grow up into a self-confident and remarkable person.

At the time I met her, Harriet went by the nickname “Grey”, which had been given to her because — as she would say — she was “half Polish and half West African”. That is, half-white and half-black, hence grey — and hence one reason for the greys in the painting.

Love, Lovers, New Love, Poetry

On Things that Begin With an Onion

(About a 1 minute read)

One day a man began to wonder
If he should put an extra onion in his pocket.

The question nagged him until he became restless
So he threw on his jacket, then strode out his door —
Planning to walk up an answer.

But soon he came upon a woman so beautiful
The soles of his feet tingled to be alive,
And when she began to sing
Yearning overtook him.

He was at such a loss what to say to her,
The words fell from his mouth
As complete strangers to him.

“I like magenta too”, he told her,
Suddenly referring to her spring dress,
“Especially when it glows in the moonlight
On those nights when the cicada sing.”

His tongue stumbled, “But I…I mean….”

“Yes”, she said in a golden voice
That flowed with a deeper understanding,
“I see by your eyes you recognize my beauty,
But do you also see my scars?
And can you read in them my travels,
Can you read in them my stars?”

Then her tongue stumbled, “But I…I mean….”

A light breeze rose and danced by,
Four sparrows burst from a hedge in a flutter of wings,

Their eyes met,
Met and locked each other in empathy,

As time cartwheeled away.


Paul’s One Big Question for October 22, 2018

“Arguing with a fool proves there are two.” — Doris M. Smith

“Never argue with an idiot, they will bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.” — Mark Twain


Aside from any possible entertainment value that might be found in arguing with a fool, is there any good reason to indulge in the practice?  Are Smith and Twain right?