Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Maxfield Parrish World

Now those were pictures, back then, Maxfield Parrish. Pictures worth cutting off the calendar and framing and keeping around. I might have to go out to a poster store and see if they have any of these. But whether it'd make me feel better or worse is an open question. Because you're soon to run into the frame, then the frame into the real world, and suddenly you're right back here.

Whatever world these ladies and guys lived in is the one I want to find. Up with the peaceful mountain crags, daydreaming among the solid pillars, and learning lute chords with dear friends. Somewhere out there there's a place where it isn't all just interstate traffic, cell phone calls, clogged up toilets, fleas, and Republicans. Although of course I'd rather live in a land of clogged up toilets than Republicans. At least when they're full of $#*+ it's a temporary situation. Plus, it's jobs they can't outsource. By the time the Chinese got here to fix it, we'd have our own American Roto Rooter guy on the scene, running his snake down the hole.

Just looking at the pictures, it'd be great to have that kind of friendship and acquaintances. A lot of pleasant relaxing. Hanging out by the reflecting pool in a land of innocence and beauty. I need more garden scenes, more drinking tea scenes, maybe a life of very casual symposiums, flowers, and Calgon baths. Where we're living and learning, hanging out in diaphanous robes, swinging amidst the fragrance of flowers, and taking a snooze in the bower or gazebo.

As for learning, that'd be a great way to do it, the learning of friends. You could introduce a few pleasant, respectful children to the mix. Like we were when we were kids, studious, quiet little devils. Bringing a big plate of apples to our teacher everyday. No screaming, kicking, no tantrums, no having to listen to their little fights or referee their petty jealousy fits.

So let's say we had a bunch of projects. Lute playing, swinging in the trees, looking out over the mountains, etc. It'd be friends with friends, not rushed, learning little things from each other, and being happy forever!

Now it's time to get back to real life. Maxfield Parrish had to quit painting when he got to the edge of the canvas. So that's what it amounts to, a picture on the wall.

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