Time for sleep.
I’ve been gearing up to turning 80. A turning point… each year is fraught… how much longer? Not… how much longer before I die, but before I’m no longer able to function in a way that makes life worth the effort… and it does take effort. More each year. Just to do the shit need to do to stay alive… and functioning.I’m way ahead of the game, for the most part–to look at me now (if it’s not too cold)… I could be on track for 100 + .. but the warning signs are multiplying, in my body… in the world around me. I don’t think I want to see what it will look like in another 20 years.. or 10.Not just turning 80.. but this sense of being so close to the end of human life on this planet… or any other.The rest… is silence.
#1196 Finished –
18×28 Oil on canvas

#1198
16×28 Oil on canvas. This is #1194 worked over.

#1197
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#1196 (not finished)
18×28 Oil on canvas

#1195
11×14 Pen & Ink, Watercolor

Destruction and Sorrow beneath the Heavens

Destruction and Sorrow beneath the Heavens: Reportage
by László Krasznahorkai, Ottilie Mulzet (Translation)
Jacob Russell‘s reviewFeb 15, 2021 · edit
I have just come to the last page of Laszlo Krasznahorkai’s Destruction and sorrow beneath the Heavens. What does it mean, to say that This is a great book? It left me in tears, with the feeling that all books… poems… works of art, are the same… the same, by their very difference. This is a book to read as you set out to write a poem, or make a painting, at the end of the world… a poem no one will survive to read a painting, no one will survive to see.
This is not a report of traveling through Southeast China. This is not about searching for the lost classical culture of Imperial China. This is a fable. An extended fable. A journey through labyrinth of questions, that are all the same question–all leading to … bird songs, tea…emptyness, and back to the beginning.
“A way a one a last a loved along the riverrun.”
There is always a way out of Suzhou… and before us, in the thick fog, supposedly there is somewhere: Jinhuashan.
#1194 Mirrage
16×28 Oil on canvas. Click image to view full screen.

#1193
18×28 Oil on canvas. Click image to view full screen.
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Account of the Death of my Father
Journal entries. July, 1988
An Account of the Death of my Father
Max Bodenheim partied in London with T.S. Eliot and PoundWho remembers him now? Harry stands over the sink flash back to father
Strengthen the passage on seducer Death in hospital again and not doing well I’m on hold off the respirator
it’s overcast drove to Spring Lake Thursday arrived about 1:30 AM
Father moved to Ann Arbor Saturday back and forth–150 miles there 150 miles back heart mapping ventricular tachycardia slurring
of speech
defibrillator
a small stubborn man with small wants fiercely felt.
Spring Lake to Philadelphia 864 miles 18 hours
Raymond Carver died of lung cancer He just wanted it that’s all that damn wheel turning there above the field of goldenrod and Queen Ann’s Lace and going just nowhere at all George Washington Ferris built and designed wheel for 1993 exhibition–Columbia Early wheels:1892 Atlantic City Isaac Newton Forrest 1892 William Somers Eli Bridge Co.
10 seater, 35 ft Sandusky Park, Cedar Point, Ohio–148 feet. 216 passengers
This story needs work
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no patience move on to another piece impossible to free myself from this job
Another hot summer another drought each change foreshadows disaster
this could go on indefinitely thin frail thread to hang by
The humidity broke a weak cold front the practical pressures–apart from writing.
still waiting to hear test results medication not working We may drive up there tonight try the defibrillator defibrillator defibrillator defibrillator
slept all afternoon
Language
Invent it
prying open a rusty door
focus
car won’t start rap music radios kids in playground behind me
Triple A jump start
me
long wait usually come sooner kids hanging out up and down the block in front of this row of little two story project apartments Leaning against a fence, sitting on the door step–five kids are waiting for someone to come home and let them in. A girl in pink slacks and red sneaks has brought home a half gallon of ice cream, which she’s set down on the walk while she waits. The ice cream is melting, soaking the bag it’s in, running out over the walk.
buses pass last night it was cool a chill a hint of autumn
traffic comes at me in the rear view mirror girls are talking about riding the bus (there goes another one). A trip. “The Greyhound–” says the biggest girl, the one in the red sneaks and pint slacks–is lots better than a school bus. They have racks up top the seats where we put all our bags, and they have bathrooms, and no school bus has that!
OHIO TURNPIKE
Phone call from Dad’s neighbors kids throwing party in the house police
there was a fight cloths in a grocery bag no diner on the road
rest-stop
sleep in the car cold in the mountains lights coming at you do strange things
$38 at a Great Western This morning across the road a motel for $21
40 miles into Ohio night crosses into day $14 cash
U.S. 80
Youngstown sky like a water color still wet farms and factories cranes jutting up through the mist a bank of cloud ahead the Meander river day lit landscape spill out before me a gift
tiles in the men’s rooms on the Ohio Turnpike like cross sections of some organ
micro-photos of blood cells red with a tint of iodine
coffee
apple turnover
a quart of oil
$6.00 left
sixteen miles to Toledo
No money to park at hospital lot 10 miles to Ann Arbor
Speedometer 103,822
released from the hospital today on my way to pick him up
103, 846 buy gas
misty and overcast after a night of rain.
104,162
weak didn’t eat well in the hospital head for home after breakfast
3:40 Fill it up (4394/230 miles 57.5 MPH avg
104708 Exit 23 from 80 to 144 544 miles
9:30 PM 544 miles in 10 hours 53.5 MPH avg
11:15 104805 PA Turnpike 641 miles
1:00 104907 743 miles, 13 hrs/40 min/ 54 MPH
Harrisburg to 80 via 433 & 144
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Sunday
On the road again. Almost to Harrisburg
Exactly 100 miles. 2:40
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house appraised by Rich Jones
Home Trip drive alone with trailer behind my father’s Buick.
The funeral was Tuesday.