IF WISHES WERE FISH, IF DEER WERE DEARS
I have been assembling a wish list. At the top of the list, I am looking for a workspace, an atelier, in Paris. I found this last week a wonderful place, but it was out of price. The place had been a kind of factory for the perforated folding lengths of cardboard that drive a hurdy-gurdy (‘orgue de Barbarie’ in French). When we went to look at the space the production was still in place: the perforator was perforating, the folder was folding, and a man ran a kind of shellac over the finished books. We were treated to a play of ‘La Strada’, which, me being quite a Fellini fan, I recognized right away. But I couldn’t afford to buy the space. But, I have only looked at two places so far. Dom says that I should be prepared to look at least 30 and I agree with the prognosis.
So here are my wishes:
1) An atelier to call my own, in the 11th or maybe the 12th arr.
2) A suspension, for, say, 300 years, of ALL religions, until the aggressiveness is bred out of humanity, and we can end killing, colonialism, enforced ignorance and all the other deplorable traits that seem to be unavoidable parallels of the major faiths. It’s time we admit that humanity made the vengeful, violent, jealous, oppressive and sexist God/s in OUR image, not the other way around. Maybe a three hundred year break from the battle for supremacy against various infidels (I am not singling out any particular branch—they are ALL guilty in my eyes) will allow us to develop other capacities that will provide us the maturity to contemplate the infinite without panic.
3) I would like to have a decent second serve, but I know I am asking too much.
4) and I want to play a show in Bratislava on my November tour. I’m working on it.
Love
KS
on the train between Paris and St. Pierre des Corps
