Block Head

The last time I was in New York my friend Michael was telling me, “Today at work I made a reference to Brancusi’s The Kiss and everyone just looked back at me totally blank.”  As they began searching on their phones, trying to put his remark in context he asked, “Do you not know Brancusi’s Kiss?” and someone replied, “Oh, Michael, you know the most obscure things.”

Toiling away in obscurity here as well, I made a new friend.  He reminded me a little of Brancusi’s sculpture, though he is only half of that whole.  A quarter, really, as he’s unable to press against a heady female from shoulder to foot.  He could kiss, I suppose, though honestly, he’s far too timid.  It’s more likely that he’d make a cerebral connection.  A quiet observer, he seems amused by our busy abode.  He is the second sculpture that I passed at first glance and circled back around to collect later.  Sort of the opposite of catch and release.  More satisfying, though.  I’d rather have him in the end than enjoy him for a while and have to let him go.

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11 thoughts on “Block Head

  1. Must tell you, I totally look forward to your posts on my RSS feed. At the end of a design-fatigued day, this is just what I need (before starting dinner).

    Thank you! Faith Sheridan

  2. Thank you. As for time, I shifted the formula a bit. One image. No research. Less often. More words. I kept the best (for me) and let the rest of it go.

  3. Patricia,
    There you were, a birthday surprise, when I settled in with coffee & laptop back in December. Now, each time you pop in, I consider it icing on the cake and I am grateful. Pictures are plentiful; your gift of writing is precious.
    MRP

  4. Your friend Michael's co-workers sound like a lot of my real-life pals: without a clue when it comes to some things. I probably need to get out more. Thank heaven for blog friends like you. And yes, it's great hearing from you more often.

    This guy? I don't think of Brancusi, I think of the beaten, puffy face of the Boxer of Quirinal: he's been through hell and he's still going.

  5. I asked my son the other day about his twin and if he had actually ever kissed a girl. Smart son, replied, how would I know Mom, I've never kissed a girl. I guess their lips are sealed.
    When I saw this post, I had to re read it as I thought it read "Black head."
    pve

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