Broadway Boogie Woogie

"Broadlway Boogie Woogie" by Piet Mondian (1942)

Fly by night theories of perception are a dime a dozen . Everyone has their paternoster. You may be afraid to utter what's on your mind as your proclivity to hope invalidates the potential equanimity of your world view. Is Mondrian's "Broadway Boogie Woogie" some reality covered over by a scrim of what analyst's call "screen memory?" How do you judge if what you're seeing is what you're seeing? Must solipsism be discountenanced as a form of infidelity--the discovered phone messages that reveal, the indiscretions the loved one has committed behind one's back? Reality is what appears before the mind's eye, but what happens when that all encompassing subject, the compassionate Buddha mind, is drunk?

read Mark Segal in The East Hampton Star on Hallie Cohen's "Mi Ricordo"

and listen to Joan Baum's NPR review of The Kafka Studies Department