Nice work, Ken.
I need new glasses--kept reading 'Croce's Anaesthetics'. But I realized I'd
led a sheltered life when I came to the line about 'the color of a
whorehouse sheet'. Are we talking red or yellow here?
P
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> THE AESTHETICS CLASS
> (11/22/63, 1:55 PM)
>
> That term, I had to reduce
> Croce's Aesthetics
> to a pile of notes.
> That is all I remember of
> Croce's Aesthetics.
>
> It is 42 years later.
> Aesthetics ceased to matter
> that day at 1:55 PM Eastern Time,
> when someone flung open the door,
> whispered in Nicholas Capaldi's ear,
> and his face turned
> the color of a whorehouse sheet.
>
> The guy walking down the hall with me,
> much too removed, I thought, to care,
> says "Oh God, I hope whoever did this
> wasn't a Jew."
>
> On old films even now
> Cronkite cracks the newsman's code
> his voice breaks
> year to year unto this,
> I can smell the moldy pages
> and blue cover
> of the Croce Aesthetics
> but I can still hear Cronkite's
> split-second choke.
>
> In the Library over Christmas break
> I poured through the Aesthetics
> again, more notes scrawled out,
> ink on my fingers like black blood,
> looking in a theory of Art for the answer I would never find
> because it didn't matter.
>
> KTW/11-22-05
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