Rare Wandering Jewish Albatross

Who does Dilettante know? 

Nobody! Except for maybe a cousin 

who doesn’t want to know from him. 

Once Dilettante told me 

how the sculptor Alberto Giacometti 

said that sometimes just to paint a head 

you have to give up the whole figure. 

To paint a leaf, 

you have to sacrifice the whole landscape 

like you’re limiting yourself but you realize 

that having a quarter-of-an-inch of something 

you have a better chance of holding on to a certain feeling 

of the universe than if you pretended to be doing the whole sky.

Just ask a wandering Jewish Albatross.

One of the mind loops Dilettante gets himself stuck inside 

is the Wandering Albatross - Wandering Jew - dynamic?

I am drawn to both equally.

“Once I start thinking of one, I say it, 

then I think of the other, back and forth, 

conflating the two mostly. Putting them together 

in my head until I see a wandering Jewish Albatross. 

Did you know they can go years without touching the ground, 

they sleep aloft in the sky, drink sea water, 

cry out the salt, and practice a form of monogamy I think?”

“The Wandering Jews?”