Suzy: September, 1988
Consider reading this in the order I wrote it. It's presented backwards (most recent to earliest essay) below.
To do so, scroll down to the last entry here , click it, and start reading. The navigation links at the top of each entry will take you to the next entry in the order they were written. This will include a few entries about other topcs created as I was working on this series. A sad story that happened in September 1988. If you were there, you know what happened; if you weren't, you may find this reflective in the light of another, more recent sad September. Be warned; for a blog-published work, this is very long. Start here:... and these few precious days I'll spend with you (that's from September Song, if you didn't catch it.)
Twenty
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initially posted as a comment on MetaFilter earlier today In summer of 1989 I was in college and had been taking some summer courses. In one class I was taking, a drawing class, a fellow student and I were the most accomplished draftsmen in the class. Interested in each other’s work and one another, we struck up a casual…
On a Lock of Miss Sarah Seward's Hair, Who Died in Her Twentieth Year
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by Anna Seward, 1747-1809 My angel sister, though thy lovely form Perished in youth’s gay morning, yet is mine This precious ringlet!—still the soft hairs shine, Still glow the nut-brown tints, all bright and warm With sunny gleam!—Alas! each kindred charm Vanished long since; deep in the silent shrine Withered to shapeless dust!—and of their grace Memory alone retains the…
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Just a few jottings peripheral to my tear-stained opus this week. First, thanks to Steve Bouton, who happened to be here visiting the week of September 11, 2002, and was no doubt perplexed by the fuligin funk I was in. I was perplexed myself until I saw the old invitation to that gallery opening and remembered I’ve been at least…
September 1988, part four
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The date was September 12th or 13th. It was the day after I had the conversation recounted in my prior entry. My calendar informs me that these dates were Monday and Tuesday, respectively. It seems likely that the day was Monday. I had yet to formulate a clear plan of traveling to Indianapolis when I rung off. However, it was…
September 1988, part three
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In lieu of providing a detailed account of the art opening, I have chosen, instead, to show polaroids taken earlier the same summer, in the same gallery, at a different art opening in which we four artists - Mike Whybark, Matt Uhlmann, Bill Foster, and Nathaniel Rust (grandly assuming the collective moniker of Ohm International) - introduced an art-making concept…
September, 1988, part two
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We pulled into the hospital parking lot without further incident. We’d not sideswiped anyone or been pulled over in our mad dash. Again, certain details are difficult for me to recall, but I have sense impressions of entering the emergency room area of the facility, slightly befuddled by layers of cool blue glass which gave the area the illusion of…
A suggested soundtrack to this week's material
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It’s a good idea to listen to the music of Right to Left and the Vulgar Boatmen as you read my entries for this week. It was what we were listening to at the time, and the songs seem to be about these events. When we Walk All of My Friends Morgan Says Good Night, Jeanne-Marie Wide Awake You and…
September 1988, part one
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I walked to work through the bright September day in a good mood. School was going well, and I was enjoying my job, setting type and designing flyers and resumes for my respected bohemian elder D. Self, who taught me, among other things, the virtues of Dunhills and of Patti Smith. The walk from campus to my workplace just off…
and these few precious days I'll spend with you
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This year, a heavy gloom came upon me just after the first week of the month of September. I put it down to the same things you all did. Yet, although last year I felt wrecked by the news, I didn’t recall such a paralyzing black mood as that which held me in its smothering paws last week. And…
Consider reading this in the order I wrote it. It's presented backwards (most recent to earliest essay) below.
To do so, scroll down to the last entry here , click it, and start reading. The navigation links at the top of each entry will take you to the next entry in the order they were written. This will include a few entries about other topcs created as I was working on this series. A sad story that happened in September 1988. If you were there, you know what happened; if you weren't, you may find this reflective in the light of another, more recent sad September. Be warned; for a blog-published work, this is very long. Start here:... and these few precious days I'll spend with you (that's from September Song, if you didn't catch it.)
Twenty
(1638 Words. June 04, 2009, 05:03 PM, Comments: 0) MORE >>>
initially posted as a comment on MetaFilter earlier today In summer of 1989 I was in college and had been taking some summer courses. In one class I was taking, a drawing class, a fellow student and I were the most accomplished draftsmen in the class. Interested in each other’s work and one another, we struck up a casual…
On a Lock of Miss Sarah Seward's Hair, Who Died in Her Twentieth Year
(114 Words. September 17, 2006, 06:19 PM, Comments: 0) MORE >>>
by Anna Seward, 1747-1809 My angel sister, though thy lovely form Perished in youth’s gay morning, yet is mine This precious ringlet!—still the soft hairs shine, Still glow the nut-brown tints, all bright and warm With sunny gleam!—Alas! each kindred charm Vanished long since; deep in the silent shrine Withered to shapeless dust!—and of their grace Memory alone retains the…
... notes
(860 Words. September 21, 2002, 07:50 AM, Comments: 1) MORE >>>
Just a few jottings peripheral to my tear-stained opus this week. First, thanks to Steve Bouton, who happened to be here visiting the week of September 11, 2002, and was no doubt perplexed by the fuligin funk I was in. I was perplexed myself until I saw the old invitation to that gallery opening and remembered I’ve been at least…
September 1988, part four
(4265 Words. September 20, 2002, 12:40 AM, Comments: 4) MORE >>>
The date was September 12th or 13th. It was the day after I had the conversation recounted in my prior entry. My calendar informs me that these dates were Monday and Tuesday, respectively. It seems likely that the day was Monday. I had yet to formulate a clear plan of traveling to Indianapolis when I rung off. However, it was…
September 1988, part three
(1502 Words. September 19, 2002, 07:52 AM, Comments: 0) MORE >>>
In lieu of providing a detailed account of the art opening, I have chosen, instead, to show polaroids taken earlier the same summer, in the same gallery, at a different art opening in which we four artists - Mike Whybark, Matt Uhlmann, Bill Foster, and Nathaniel Rust (grandly assuming the collective moniker of Ohm International) - introduced an art-making concept…
September, 1988, part two
(2089 Words. September 18, 2002, 07:55 AM, Comments: 0) MORE >>>
We pulled into the hospital parking lot without further incident. We’d not sideswiped anyone or been pulled over in our mad dash. Again, certain details are difficult for me to recall, but I have sense impressions of entering the emergency room area of the facility, slightly befuddled by layers of cool blue glass which gave the area the illusion of…
A suggested soundtrack to this week's material
(248 Words. September 17, 2002, 07:31 AM, Comments: 0) MORE >>>
It’s a good idea to listen to the music of Right to Left and the Vulgar Boatmen as you read my entries for this week. It was what we were listening to at the time, and the songs seem to be about these events. When we Walk All of My Friends Morgan Says Good Night, Jeanne-Marie Wide Awake You and…
September 1988, part one
(1108 Words. September 17, 2002, 07:26 AM, Comments: 0) MORE >>>
I walked to work through the bright September day in a good mood. School was going well, and I was enjoying my job, setting type and designing flyers and resumes for my respected bohemian elder D. Self, who taught me, among other things, the virtues of Dunhills and of Patti Smith. The walk from campus to my workplace just off…
and these few precious days I'll spend with you
(96 Words. September 16, 2002, 07:56 AM, Comments: 2) MORE >>>
This year, a heavy gloom came upon me just after the first week of the month of September. I put it down to the same things you all did. Yet, although last year I felt wrecked by the news, I didn’t recall such a paralyzing black mood as that which held me in its smothering paws last week. And…
