Word: bowness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...debus in front of the Inn at Harvard and proceed down Bow Street. I sniff out a small party in Adams A entry. I knock on the window hoping to be allowed in, but I am very purposefully ignored. Crash attempt failed...
...snow-flurry abstractions. As for his pieties, they turn out sometimes to be the same ones fundamental to civil society. By nothing less than an actual vote among Post readers, Saying Grace was his most popular canvas. In a flyblown city restaurant, a boy and his grandmother bow their heads to pray while everybody else looks on. If the picture is about the secular world making space for the spiritual, which it plainly is, it's also about the larger notion of every tribe in American society making space for every other...
...that he is almost a candidate, how is the fussy, hygienic Donald to keep his sanity in an election year's orgies of grip-and-grin? Mingling with the unwashed, he will presumably shake tens of thousands of germy hands. The most graceful substitute--the Hindu namaste (slight bow, hands clasped near the heart as in prayer)--would not play well in American politics. One alternative might be to shake your own hand, brandishing the two-handed clutch in front of your face like a champ while looking the voter in the eye. No. Too much self-congratulation. A politician...
...over the balcony's edge. A crowd of performers is milling in the wings, brocaded and beribboned. In the pit a harpsichordist is bent over his instrument like a hermit at his orisons, wielding the tiny crucifix of a tuning key. A Cupid darts across the unclothed scene, her bow unstrung and one wing dangling. Someone jostles the stringed spear of a chitarrone, and two primped and padded militaries saunter on stage left. This is the dress rehearsal of Cavalli's Giasone, a baroque opera put on by the Harvard Early Music Society...
...that parking complex on the corner of JFK and Eliot St. It's always abandoned, and you have a nice overview of the campus. I also love to hang out in Charlie's Kitchen and the 7-11, because they're so far removed from Harvard's obsession with bow ties, titles, high tables, and celebrities...