he considered himself unimaginative, unable even to imagine the reality surrounding him. after a week, the mental image of this latest failure blended with that of the previous one, which left him feeling somewhat bewildered.
 

could it have been a repetition? there was no reason why it should have been that simple, but sometimes simplification works in tandem with complication.

cesar aira
cecil taylor,
the musical brain.


*i think the ice cream hat reminded me of cecil taylor in his wool hat. i can see him walking across the tiny stage in my mind as he did in real time in orchestra hall. he alone made it through the snow storm, without his suitcase. he wore baggy sweats and socks, and his wool cap, and he shuffled like a kid to the grand piano, and he made his own storm rise.