The ritual for Saturday is to go to the florist in the morning and then the Pork Store in the afternoon. In both places you find the comedians of daily life at work. I mean to say that the people selling and the people shopping all have that Brooklyn convivial nature that leads to lots of good natured ribbing and laughter and by now it feels more like visiting friends than running errands. First you stop and smell the flowers, then you stop and eat the food and sometimes you go down the street and taste the wine… what could be better I ask you?… Work? Scroll down… I’m still working on Clark drawing from Hitler and Chaplin…. but he is sort of morphing into me as a young man playing an old man… ie. M. Tristan holding his snow globe of doom.
And the numbers came in 9 with a crown and five with the second place… like degas in the Montmatre Cemetary, or Basquiat, or the strange film “Birth” I just watched with Nicole Kidman and a Kubrick Fetish and also Zoe Caldwell with a rare film appearence. Kind of haunting and strangely paced. Worth seeing…. oh and Lauren Bacall who I’d been watching in the Faulkner written Big Sleep.
