Strange to think of finding time. Of time needing to be found, perhaps hiding in plain sight, or hiding out, time in hiding. But time foxy, eluding its pursuers, those hunters of time, blowing their bugles, hounds baying, closing in. Time down to its last, out of luck,
Juxtaposition of text and sketch and photograph. Nicely done. The use of gathering places to measure time. Cafes to stop and slow down time and where there is never enough of it. And of course baseball, historically timeless, but to save itself from itself, now with a constant measure of time.
And of course, the bizarrest of all, across sports and culture: the timeout. One of my favorites of yours, my friend, and read on the same day as I heard Ron Gallo’s “San Benedetto” — and the same theme!
Cool! I really studied this piece Ken. Very engrossing. I appreciated this statement: "Just what constitutes “slow,” and what “fast,’ is a matter of perspective and temperament." I am afraid I added a word to that in my head - perspective, temperament - and AGE. As a child, time dragged on and on, days lasted forever, Christmas never came. Now, the days are gone in a snap of the fingers. It's Monday and I blink and it is Friday... and nothing done! Except writing. Speaking of time - did you know that if you don't dust your furniture, after four years, it doesn't get any worse ? I'm just saying. F*** housework. I have things to SAY while I still have time!
Mending Time
Juxtaposition of text and sketch and photograph. Nicely done. The use of gathering places to measure time. Cafes to stop and slow down time and where there is never enough of it. And of course baseball, historically timeless, but to save itself from itself, now with a constant measure of time.
And of course, the bizarrest of all, across sports and culture: the timeout. One of my favorites of yours, my friend, and read on the same day as I heard Ron Gallo’s “San Benedetto” — and the same theme!
Cool! I really studied this piece Ken. Very engrossing. I appreciated this statement: "Just what constitutes “slow,” and what “fast,’ is a matter of perspective and temperament." I am afraid I added a word to that in my head - perspective, temperament - and AGE. As a child, time dragged on and on, days lasted forever, Christmas never came. Now, the days are gone in a snap of the fingers. It's Monday and I blink and it is Friday... and nothing done! Except writing. Speaking of time - did you know that if you don't dust your furniture, after four years, it doesn't get any worse ? I'm just saying. F*** housework. I have things to SAY while I still have time!