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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Karl Breezed into Town to Give a Marvelous Lecture


Gnome's travel companion showed slides in Shawnee Theatre. The slides depicted narratives of the various mythological stories told in ancient Greek and Roman periods. He called his paper "Didactic Dining in Pompeii," which seems so reflective of his interests, namely, food and art; yet, the paper explained that the frescoes reminded the people who dined in the room of the moralistic message of the stories. For example, people who engage in unjust behaviour will receive punishment to pay for the transgression. I particularly enjoyed looking at frescoes, though familiar, of the legend of Icarus and Daedelus. And folks in the audience seemed interested in Karl's lecture, for they asked him questions for about a half hour; questions varied from architecture to biology to art. At home, John Phillips waited for us with a great meal of red snapper and veggies, which we subsequently and happily followed with a nice port wine Chef John found for our enjoyment. Karl left about seven o'clock, and Soos left a little afterwards. Mr. Mallory phoned, sounding exhausted, from the airport. "Is it over already?" And I said, "Yes, you can come home now." My comment made him laugh, tiredly. When he returned home I warmed the food Chef John prepared for him. Though Mr. Mallory missed visiting with Karl and Soos, at least he ate VERY well when he returned home.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.