Monday, October 15, 2012

Bartelby Scrivener

I  am once again a child playing with crayons and pen tops.

There's a bit in a book somewhere with God as an old man living in a cottage, who each and every morning gets out a paper and pen, not writing, but playing, discovering new combinations and relationships between the two items. In childlike simplicity or senile dementia seems to be the question.

And I can't seem to stop f*cking with this photo.


  1. Anonymous6:22 AM

    What happened to Bartleby? Coincidentally the last play at the theater across the street was "Bartleby The Scrivener."

  2. Fine. It's back. Oy vey.