Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

this silveriness of flight from their long association with the ethereal upper air perhaps. Evening. To open air concert. Why do people come down? While Grieg was being played the air was alive with the hum of talking + laughing. I wonder if humanity is like the individual: with civilization as its ideal, the achievement of which must mean failure?(HT)The imagination makes such concerts. The drum must have been filled with sand. The horns “broke” at times like youth with a changing voice, or as in yod­-