Dennis Hollingsworth

ART MARTS (SMART ART)

ART MARTS (SMART ART)

for Dennis Hollingsworth

"Hi, my name is Wendy and I'm the nurse today
of Dr. McNicoll." Once, probably at the end of the
last century (nineteenth, that is), art was supposed to
last and possess 'high seriousness,' and be as
interesting as what passed for brilliant though
not especially self-conscious conversation. All
gone now, we're to believe. "I was 111th,"
says the 40 something actor, smoking and looking to
wind down after a tough session apparently just
over. Or the full moon last night huge and
raucously yellow as a house heading home,
that is, east on Sunset, where traffic now slides and
hovers toward six o'clock and non mangia.
Death, of course, is an obstacle, unlike the
easy and peculiarly beautiful light,
now just after three, heading west on Beverly,
nearing Fairfax, listening to Grieg piano which,
in admiring, the young Debussy was quick to
savor as pink bonbons with snow inside.

P.V.

This is a gift sent from an old friend and neighbor, Paul Vangelisti. Here is a little more context from his recent email to me:

Dennis,
Here at last the piece I wrote for you. Not sure what to make of it but it's part of a new (and always more curious) book I'm working on.

Currently in Modena, after four chilly & drizzly days in Amsterdam. Truly fabulous and beautifully organized and presented museums. Malgosia and I miss the both of you... Paul