harbour

Danse Russe

If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,—
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,—

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

- William Carlos Williams


I first came across that poem sometime in high school, and decades later it remains one of my favourites.


In the studio yesterday, among other things, I worked on this painting:

before

after



I'm very excited with this pencil drawing on raw canvas juxtaposed with the painted surface thing that I've lately gotten into!