Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Mantel Art


"Hoof and Beak Unease"


A little mantel display I created back in the 1990's.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Beadles Cafeteria Pasadena, California 2003

Updated 2/16/14


I just stumbled upon this additional artifact in my grandfather's business card file.













Despite what it says on the tray, this was taken at Beadle's Cafeteria.  It was my grandfather's favorite eatery.
The Pasadena Cafeteria closed first. This was shot at Beadle's second location during the short-lived attempt to keep the famed restaurant going. Alas, I don't seem to have any other photos. 

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Blues Song



Lyric for an incomplete blues song...




Detail extracted from an old photo.
Darlene in our kitchen, Pinney House, Sierra Madre, CA

"Wine all drunk, cork long popped, but still screwed on baby --  it's all screwed-up -- and hung on our sorry wall..."


© Dorian Cohen

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Poem











Rain on the overturned
 metal pot
 sounds  
this evening
as a gently plucked 
string,
not as a tapped drum.


January 2010


© Dorian Cohen

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

And The Rest Is History!

The rest of what? My tuna sandwich?

When people use that lazy phrase they are inflating themselves, trying to hide something - or suffer poor recall.

It's all about being specific. Describe exactly what happened or offer a cogent image.

Never surrender to vague cliche.

Trust the image.  I mean image as embodiment of essence, event or truth; not the degraded Internet/ entertainment version, as a cheap or fraudulent representation. Nor the cult of  manipulation "Just Photoshop it." dictum.

Trust the image,  as James Hillman might say, to show us what IT wishes to reveal.

I'm fond of appending captions of course, but I endeavor to choose my images with care.

These are some thoughts I have as I add new posts to Piedmont Ave.

OK, one more thing.

"Blog" and "Blogger" stick in my craw. They sound so adolescent, like a failed pun on bog or clog.


As far as I'm concerned I write (not blog) a journal, (not blog) though I'm  resigned to the fact that these neologisms will outlive me.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Norwegian Folk Music





A leaf on the rain-soaked sidewalk caught my eye.



 Today I listened to Norwegian Folk Music as I navigated the rainy streets. It was "appropriate"  for the weather and mood. Of course we degrade the spirit of any genuine music when we use it as a "soundtrack" for daily activities. Nonetheless, this music remained beautiful, moving and appropriate.

Though created for social various social functions, this music is neither frivolous nor indulgent.  However neither is it austere - the word appropriate comes to mind again.

It's expressed completely - especially by the Hardanger Fiddle, the traditional Norwegian violin, with its sympathetic strings. Those drones seem to access something subconscious and universal.

Though I'm listening out of context; this music has the quality of the best blues music. It is a specific yet elusive craft.  Deep astringent melodies flowing with and against strong rhythms. Bold, yet understated.

 A shot of wind, ice and snow.