I now present to you the long overdue 6th (an possibly final!?) installment of Death and Times. In which Gabel dies in sunny Oslo.
I shot this in the spring when I we were in Oslo at the Black Box doing Episode 1.
Van Morrison and the Chieftains: Raglan Road - from Irish Heartbeat, 1988
Ecuador Grants Asylum to Assange, Defying Britain - 2012, Mixed Media collaboration with JM
Taken with Instagram
Henrietta Polanzak dropped on Buenos Aires. It was a big deal.
The woman is pictured here before the obelisk that stands in honor of Argentine Independence from Spain. It is indeed the first place where the Flag of Argentina was raised in declaration of its sovereignty. It was the first place Henrietta demanded to be taken. Alle and I walked her down The great Avenue Cerito. We admired the momument. From a distance, the thing seemed to stand a mile high. As we neared, Alle commented, correctly, “Doesn’t it seem to be shrinking?” Then, when we were mere feet from the structure, she commented, correctly, “This thing’s like forty feet tall. What the fuck?” Henrietta, though, was inspired and demanded to be taken other points of interest. We did so.
We headed for the “Pink Houae,” which is the ornamental house of the President of Argentina, althpugh the President lives miles away from Buenos Aires is helicoptered in to this house to conduct political businesses. But on the way we marveled at the Time’s Squarish / Picadilly Squarish-Ness of the surrounding area in Buenos, complete with screens the size of cinema screens displaying animations for advertisements. It is a big, commercial, mess around there.
Henrietta noted all of this and pushed on.
“The Celtics entered the offseason at a crossroads that could have taken the team in some very different directions. One street led to Tanksville. A sad, lonely road that leads to despair and only a few lucky souls escape intact. Another street led to Money River, where free agents bathe in ridiculous qualifying offers and absurd free agent deals.”
— someone, just now
|James:||MURRAY struggled early. had a bad case of the hurts down the back-stretch. switch leads due to mid-field tweak out and was able to rally four-wide on the far turn. hard-ridden into the stretch and brought home in a dwardle bob.|
|me:||JAMES off the pace early. Took bingers at the first turn. Caught in traffic midtrack, gained ground when pace horse hung himself in the closet. Caught the rail on the far turn, blew rails down the backstretch. Dueled for lead, dick fell off, second best.|
THERES BEEN A LITTLE CONFUSION
So I just wanted to provide everyone with an actual, accurate map of what constitutes ‘New England’, which is outlined in red.
REAL LIFE REAL LIFE REAL LIFE REAL LIFE REAL LIFE
Victor Brauner - June 15, 1903 – 1966…
Romanian painter, sculptor and draughtsman, active in France. As a child, he shared his father’s passionate interest in spiritualism, heralding a lasting preoccupation with the occult.
Settling in Paris in 1930, he met Constantin Brancusi, who introduced him to photography, and Yves Tanguy, through whom he met the major Surrealists.
Returning to Bucharest briefly in 1935, he joined the clandestine Romanian Communist Party but left in 1936 at the beginning of the Soviet show trials. (Source)
Victor Brauner: Indicateur de l’Espace, 1934 - oil on canvas