the things we do not tell

the office these days has a kind of absence.  the indefatigable secretary, Gloria, has not been around for days.  almost unheard of, but yesterday.  someone said she is undergoing some heart tests, but is not confined in a hospital.  she has been uncomplaining all these time, which made me ask just how much have i been missing.

some things chosen not to be told.

one afternoon Lilia asked me to read a poem about a lake, a grandfather and a boy.  also, in another scene, the boy's sister who was left alone sitting on the lap of the grandfather.  Lilia remarked something about the horror in the poem.  i gave her a copy of a piece by Laux;and she was unable to keep.  we said nothing more.


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there will be nine one-man shows this friday.  exhibits of selves.  on their papers, the young artists talked so much about their techniques, the how the works were made, too much of it; but too less about the real how of the craft:  the how of be-ing: the space within the armatures.