small poems & small plates
cp 271A comment on a show, New Yorker, 3/9/15:"One point perspective, the foundational lie of Western painting, is a fixation of Paolini's."A comment on a show by John Zurier in the same issue:"Don't expect sublime landscapes; only only one of these fourteen works has anything like a horizon line....his (are) satisfyingly scuffed abstractions..."These comments strike me as a validation of my own biography series, or startle me into finding a horizon line, and could this apply to writing as well? Or will "perspective" take on a new definition as the centuries roll on. It's something to consider while eating pizza and seeing a friend's poppies in all their glory.