PICTURES of OTHER things
Thursday, November 27, 2008
'My ideas were off; like continuity itself I had managed to drag straight things steadily across flat surfaces and all I had to show for were it science-fiction montages of bad dreams, sulphured surfaces and magnificent moments of both substance and emptiness together.'
Sunday, November 23, 2008
'In an oddfellow sort of way, I would swear a Mr. Morandi had just left and the foggy daylight was about to fall to darkness.'
Saturday, November 22, 2008
'I stood down the hill from the Essex House, watching midtown Manhattan fall apart and darken before my eyes. Wondering what to do, I felt the cold coming on, the night turning serious. I thought of you and realized I had nowhere else to go.'
'In this natural light of day, everything seemed as real as sin - even the past, whose monuments were stretched all before me.'
'I'd thought for a moment about the play of lights across the darkening sky. It seemed as if never before had things come together in this fashion - I was witnessing something completely new.'