Detect elective affinities astride the flow of qualia

Yes yes yes to Thomas hirschhorn and Peter Doig and Ivan Doig and Wendell Berry and the dog that ate Lydia’s lunch and the really big lunch that came late in the Letters to Yesenin and that image of a stilled body swinging from a rope hung from the barn’s rafters, that haunting uncanny feeling I see in Doig-Peter paintings and on the surface of Thomas’s texts and in the simple grounded intelligence manifesting the dignified realism of berry’s stories and Doig-Ivan’s novels.

Am I wasting precious and precocious time paying so much attention to this art and being so wracked in attention-debt for the leftover life? Good gracious, yes yes yes affirmative, it fills me up but isn’t there more to bring full, to consuming, why not doing why so straitjacketed and stultified and confined to corners by myself and how glorious too.