I was having breakfast in one of my favorite hamburger joints, Burger Boy, down on Burnett, when I looked up from the book I was reading and I noticed a single black female, short in stature, with long black hair and fake eyelashes sitting with her back to me at the lunch counter. She was wearing a black ball cap and a black leather jacket. The jacket had silver studs on the collar and along the half circle of each of the shoulders. She had on tight blue jeans and brown suede fringed moccasins that went half way up her well-shaped calves. There was a red leather purse with a gold chain sitting on the counter in front of her.
She kept glancing at her cell phone as she patiently waited for her food too to arrive. She got it to go. When it came, she picked up the white plastic bag the waitress had placed before her and she stepped away from the counter.
It was then that I witnessed the full effect of her great beauty as her face came into full view. She then made her way to the front door and departed. It was a moment.
KMAC Couture is a wearable art runway show presented by KMAC Museum In Louisville, Kentucky each April. This event offers a unique way to experience the Museum.
Everything Couture Here?
I walked into the party
my scarf it was apricot
I had one eye in the viewfinder
and the other rubbering around the room
the girls in their lavish dresses
were on display for all to see
A cupcake is a tasty treat
and the eye candy looked so sweet…
the gates of heaven must be open
I think I saw an angel just walk by.
KMAC Museum, 715 W, Main Street, Louisville, Kentucky
All photos by Benn Bell
The Big Sleep and Look Homeward Angel
I just finished reading Look Homeward Angel by Thomas Wolfe. It was a monumental mountain of beautiful prose. Now I turn my attention to a different sort of angel. A slumming angel. Of course I am speaking of none other than Raymond Chandler. I have read The Big Sleep before, but not the new annotated edition. Chandler’s prose is a bit more hard boiled than Wolfe’s but it is no less poetic. I can’t wait to get started!
2018 was a pretty good year for films. I had a hard time picking my top 10, but I didn’t have a hard time picking my top 3. They are as follows:
Top 10 Films of 2018
A Star is Born
Sorry to Bother You
Crazy Rich Asians
Bad Times at the El Royale
Howard Schultz Running for President
There is always a fly in the ointment. This time it is former Starbuck’s CEO Howard Schultz announcement that he is running for president as an independent. The last thing we need is another old billionaire white guy as president. Now you might think that as an independent he doesn’t stand much chance of winning. But my concern is he could be a spoiler and throw the election back to Trump.
Another concern is he just hired Steve Schmidt as campaign manger. Schmidt is a brilliant political operative who I greatly admire. With Schmidt at the helm Schultz has a chance. Things should be pretty interesting over the next few months as they develop. As if they hadn’t been interesting enough. Watch this space.
What hood this is I think I know.
I walk and think while the hood fills up with snow.
Old Louisville is where I walk around
As the snow flakes fall gently to the ground
I linger here a while
And what I see makes me smile
The pretty little houses with the snow piled high
I take a few pictures to remember by.
The North Face
Which Way did they go?
Walking in the Hood on a Snowy Day
Now that’s a horse of a different color
I read 27 books in 2018. Did not hit my goal. I’ll try to step it up for 2019. So many books so little time. Here is my Top 10.
- The Man With The Golden Arm – Nelsen Algren
- The Road to Wigan Pier – George Orwell
- The White Album – Joan Didion
- Never Come Morning – Nelsen Algren
- The Fall – Albert Camus
- The Crossing – Cormac McCarthy
- Paterson – William Carlos Williams
- The Other Shore – Thich Nhat Hanh
- Young Once – Patrick Modiano
- Rabbit At Rest – John Updike
“Got ya for the Greek, Lefthander. Two witnesses.”
“Knew I’d never get t’ be twenty-one anyhow.”
Have you noticed that Amsterdam’s concentric canals resemble the circles of hell? The middle-class hell, of course, peopled with bad dreams. When one comes from the outside, as one gradually goes through those circles, life – and hence its crimes – becomes denser, darker. Here we are in the last circle.
Some cats just swing that way…
“Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what he has come to meet, what’s floating in unseen about to land, is not his son Nelson and daughter-in-law Pru and their two children but something more ominous and intimately his: his own death, shaped vaguely like an airplane.”
The dome of the moon rose out of the ground white and frat and membranous.
Anyone want to talk about any of these books I would be happy to discuss. Your comments are welcome. Each book was special in its own way and I would be hard pressed to say which one I like the best.