La Picaudiere – and Hundertwasser’s Honey

Asked in an interview what he would remember most about his life as an artist, Man Ray replied "the women." I was a bee whisperer, like Edmund Hillary who climbed Mount Everest and who was a beekeeper in New Zealand, and I was writing poetry, it tumbled out of me.There was the feeling of total isolatedness. The road there — if you'll let a guide direct you who never … [Read more...]

The Home Helper

The knackers were done with it, everything removable, the iron stoves standing like Celtic monuments in the adjacent lot, the cheap roof slates brought from Bangor in Wales when there was employment there. The cheap zinc flashing piled in crumpled sheets looking like El Greco draperies, the plumbing, the removable porcelain fixtures, watercloset cisterns and cast iron bathtubs … [Read more...]

Lottie – by Kenneth Tindall

Lottie lived in a little house close to the summit of one of the Hollywood Hills. Once every two weeks we would take a Pacific Electric bus which ran out the Hollywood Freeway, and then the arduous walk up to Lottie's. There was a garage, dug into the hillside and considerably below the house itself, and a switchback front walk with precipitous and rickety wooden steps up … [Read more...]