Be it be an exploration of loneliness or light or whatever, but ”Nighthawks,” to me, is the most colorful expression of the beautiful bleakness of noir that I know… From Those who say Edward Hopper is the artist of social distancing may be wrong: But while some Hopper experts appreciate the wave of [social media] interest in the American painter, who died in 1967, they say it’s a mistake to brand him as a patron saint of loneliness and social isolation.” Washington Post April 27, 2020 at 9:00 a.m. EDT #alonetogetherwithhopper Continue reading Say what you will…
Or, Nothing Is As It Appears To Be
If you were to do a search on my site for the word “irony” — and why would you? — but, if you were to, of the ten results you would receive, the first three would have the word “irony” in their heading, so it’s easy to see why they would be pulled up in the search; but as far as the other seven, it’s been so long since they were written that I have no clue why they were pulled in with the results, except for maybe the eighth one: it’s a post about Radiohead allowing fans to pay whatever they want for their latest release at the time. There’s probably a decent amount of irony to be found in that one.
Anyway, of the first three positively ironic posts pulled in the search, they are:
Continue reading “The Irrepressible Nature of Irony*”
With you there we are at the places we cannot go with you we go you take us there with you to the places we cannot go You guide us drive us deep into the heart into the dark into the places we cannot go Through the heat through the snow the snow the bitter snow the insufferable snow with you through the snow we lose ourselves in the places we cannot go crumbling castles in the sky looming shadows rampart mysteries the eyes spying eyes lying eyes the eyes coaxing us down the endless trails the trails without end … Continue reading Where You Are We Cannot Go