Thursday, October 17, 2019
I almost bought this small oil when I was at the art show in the town
square of Roswell, Georgia. The artist is Eddie's friend, Marshall
Lichtenstein, a retired therapist who is taking art classes. I kept
thinking about this piece and sent Eddie a check and now I have this
hanging in my home to appreciate every day. Good memory too.
Posted by mary ann at 6:32 AM
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
Way back in May it was decided that we would throw a museum
reunion party in November. Joe, Pamela and I would host. Lucy
will be here from Portland and Tanya from San Diego. A real
reunion. The catch? My too small house. Yikes. Now I am getting
nervous and worried. Starting on the lists, concentrating on the
imperfections of me as a hostess and blah, blah, blah. Entertaining
is not natural for me, but I need a challenge. Sunday, Nov. 10th,
noon to 4pm. So soon?
Posted by mary ann at 7:26 AM
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Sunday afternoon our grief group (now disbanded) met at a restaurant
on Haight Street and we had the patio pretty much to ourselves. It
was good to be with these people again ~ we know each other on a
deep and often painful level. The no-holds-barred kind of anything
goes and crying is acceptable "how are you really?" way. Everything
is easier and better than a year ago, and yet...
Posted by mary ann at 6:28 AM
Monday, October 14, 2019
Yesterday Ginger and I opened the Legion of Honor at 9:30am and that
was perfect because this exhibit just opened Friday and it will be a
busy and popular attraction, as well it should be. James Tissot was
successful as a "society artist" and the fashions are amazing. I liked
the above painting best (at this visit) because of all the intricate patterns
and colors. I will return and I urge my readers to visit ASAP.
Posted by mary ann at 6:55 AM
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Saturday, October 12, 2019
|Monique's impressive altar|
|tee shirt weather!|
Joe and I attended Dia de Los Muertos last night at SOMArts ~ my third or
fourth year, as I recall. Not quite as crowded or noisy this time, thank
goodness. Ran into a few people I know from the museum and from grief
group and I enjoyed a taco out in the warm Frisco night air on the patio.
Good to be out, good to get home ~ as per usual.
Friday, October 11, 2019
And another destroyer of poetry and peace, how about those killing
machines, the Navy’s Blue Angels, who have just carried out their
annual attack on the City? But the poetic life requires Peace, not War.
The poetic life of the City, our subjective life, the subjective life of the
individual is constantly under attack by all the forces of materialist
civilization, by all the forces of our military-industrial perplex, and we
don’t need these warplanes designed to kill and ludicrously misnamed
the Blue Angels. They dive upon our city every year, in a frightening
militarist and nationalist display of pure male testosterone. I’ve seen
old Vietnam ladies in Washington Square diving under the benches!
Do we really need to be reminded yearly how our planes have bombed
Third World countries back to the Stone Age? In San Francisco, of all
places, do we really need “bombs bursting in air to prove that our flag
is still there”?
What would Saint Francis say?
San Francisco Poet Laureate