Spring Cleaning is Done, Today I Bask!

My annual spring cleaning complete, I will now retire to the couch with magazines and lots of tv and marvel at the spectacular spotlessness around me.

Every spring cleaning I choose one home improvement type task. Last year it was a huge one, I had the apartment repainted. (Shudder.) This year I’m having the seat cushions on my couch refilled. Here’s my concern: it’s a down feather couch. I bought it before I was as aware of animal cruelty as I am now. No way I’m refilling it with feathers. Some places collect the down while the birds are still alive! My God, we are a horrible, horrible species.

But I’m afraid that the foam I’m getting instead will be too hard. The softer foam won’t last as long, they said, so I went with the denser foam. Nervous!

Here are Finney and Bleeck, who seem to love the sheets I used to wrap up the old, naked cushion stuffing the couch guy left behind. Notice how close they are. Almost touching!

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I Have Mixed Feelings About Hope

I once found this great quote about hope in a book I was reading. It summed up all my feelings about hope in a beautifully written, evocative way, and I meant to write it down but I didn’t. Time went by and I forgot where I’d read it.

Every once in a while I look for it again. Because it haunts me. When I first read it I had that lovely feeling you get from the best books, that I’d come home, that there was at least one person in the world who thought and felt like me and everything was going to be okay. Naturally, I want that feeling again sometimes. Especially when I am hoping for something that is just not happening. I don’t hate hope, hope can be a useful, powerful tool. But in the end, the best place to be is to not need it.

I just googled “negative quotes about hope.” No go. This one by Henry Miller came up though:

“Hope is a bad thing. It means that you are not what you want to be. It means that part of you is dead, if not all of you. It means that you entertain illusions. It’s a sort of spiritual clap, I should say.”

It’s a good quote, and makes an important point, but my hope quote said that and more. Also, I don’t know what he means by a “spiritual clap.” Here’s another quote of his that I found in the same place:

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

My only quibble would be some things truly are nasty, painful, and evil. They don’t just seem to be, they are. That said, they can still be “a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind.”

These quotes make me wonder if I should revisit Henry Miller. Everyone around me in college loved him and so I read a bunch of his books. I liked them enough to finish them, but not enough to save them. You won’t find a single Henry Miller book in my library.

In the end it’s hard to let go of desire. Like my desire to read that quote again. I hope one day that I find the hope quote I love so much that tells me to let go of hope. Ha!

This hope post was brought to you by my stumbling across the picture below in the Municipal Archives digital library. It’s dated 1935-41, and it’s from the WPA Federal Writers Project collection. The caption reads:

“Tree of Hope” near Harlem’s Lafayette Theatre, 131st Street and 7th Avenue. Description: Four colored girls touch the original Tree of Hope. There is superstitious legend that to touch it brings good luck to actors seeking jobs.”

Me being me, I want to track those girls down and ask them what they hoped for and did they get it? You can read about the whole story of the Tree of Hope here.

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Godzilla Opens Tonight!

I could see it tonight if I wanted! But I will probably wait until tomorrow morning. It’s not getting the greatest of reviews, but I don’t care. I can’t resist the trailers. They had me at ROOOOOOOAAAAR.

A couple of shoots I passed by on my way crosstown. By the way, I noticed for the first time that there are a lot of Baptist churches in the far East Village.

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A Musical Interlude From Composer Nicholas Fairbank

Today is my last day of spring cleaning, and all the major work is out of the way. In the meantime, I give you the last movement to a piece called “Aurora” by Nicholas Fairbank. It’s set to a video of the Northern Lights (which I would love to see) and the pictures were taken by Fairbank in Svalbard, Norway in October of 2012.

Speaking of what I would love to see: Norway, Sweden, Finland and Denmark. For some reason I’ve been oblivious to this part of the world and only just recently I’ve become aware of its stunning beauty. Why am I the last to know? It’s especially weird given how much I love winter and snow and ice.

Here is a review of the piece you’re about to hear. I wish you could hear the whole thing. It’s an incredible, incandescent piece. It’s music hovering in the heavens. Maybe there will be a recording soon.

[Video removed because the link no longer works.]

Spring Cleaning Begins

My yearly spring cleaning starts today. In a few days my apartment will be the cleanest apartment in the entire world. Then I will buy myself flowers, see the new Godzilla movie the minute it opens (aren’t the trailers exciting??) and … I must make a list of all the rewards I will give myself.

The line for tickets at our concert on Saturday. I’m so sad it’s over until the fall.

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