October 26, 2020
Returned from ‘Wood-Park.’ F. had a blast. M. + family joined. Grammy and papa too. Nothing transcendent, although us descendants of the Romantics see the world this way and when we search for language search for those words we think roadsign towards truth: sunsets, smells, a list of sounds, and our centrality.
What tone and language should should I reach for? The paratactical? Without coordination or relation; clash of images? Has anything endured like the Romantics? What is our reality? What is mine?
“The artist’s feeling is his law.”
As much as I’ve resisted it as indulgent and not cool, my feelings have always been all.
