"The Burial of the Count of Orgaz" (El Greco, 1586)
"The Shore" (Maurice Prendergast, 1915)
"I am trying to break your heart" (Wilco, 2001)
Yesterday I disactivated my extraneous phone service. Today I ran into a friend from art history on the bus. Or, she got on the 27 and I almost screamed. I am a fatalist but please don't think fatal but fate. We talked about the weather and Madrid is too hot for March. These people are telling me that in mayo it will enmarzear which belies their climate change beliefs. I don't prefer climate change, but hot begets hot brings hot.
"Al otro lado del rio" (Jorge Drexler, 2004)
"Our day will come" (Amy Winehouse, 2011)
Today I made my propia jornada de arte in situ. Went to the Thyssen-Bornemisza where I had found the Estes and Prendergast. The interior is painted all salmon like the walls of my own room in Nueva York. But I shouldn't say mine are salmon, but naranja festiva. I dragged my crazy culo to the Reina Sofia to meet my class for a secret. And the secret was an insider's tour of a basement in which they bestowed upon us secrets of Spanish museum administration. Like, appreciate this now y'all, there are 3 main departments and within every department there are 3 branches and in every branch there are 3 subdivisions. That, the Golden Rule Of 3, was the most important thing they emphasized during the Powerpoint presentation, or I suppose...And did you know that guided visits for the blind are still a mystery logistic-wise for those leading the way. Describe fire...it is red, what is red...it is flames, what are flames...it burns, like my meth nose? Hehaw jokes. "Pues lo mejor que se puede hacer es describelo con palabras, y esto es bastante bien." What words you say, miss. I fled Thursday's arte in situ at the Academia de Bellas Artes after 4 hours of being surrounded by people on top of people. Have you seen "Cinderella," where she sprints barefoot and the carriage turns into a pumpkin because the clock is striking twelve?
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