Friday, March 26, 2010

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My Museum #2


Don't you hate it when the Louvre gets it before you do?

Friday, March 19, 2010

Art for a Pretty Day


Signed Amanda.

Stamped "Made at the Getty Museum" verso

Monday, March 8, 2010

Are You Going to Skip Tomorrow?


A note found near a playground in the 1980s. It occurs to me that in the age of texting and such, this is an historical artifact.

Are you going to skip tommorow?

No cause we are getting our pictures taken but I am Thursday

Why we already did

I know but I like to get my picture taken. I'll cut ___ tomorrow.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Barry Hannah


Damn if Barry Hannah didn't go and die last Monday. It would not be easy for me to tell you how much I enjoyed his writing, and for more than 30 years. Once while visiting Oxford, Mississippi I told my hosts I wanted to meet him. They said I could, at a bar, but advised against it, as he might bridle. He came to Atlanta once to give a reading at a university, and that time I did go, and sat and listened but decided not to go up to talk with him afterward. So I never said hello or got into a fight with him. There are eight books by him on my shelves, more than any other author by far.

The New York Times and Vanity Fair both noted his passing with articles.

Here's a part of what Claire Howorth, daughter of the owners of Square Books in Oxford, wrote: "Women, God, lust, race, nature, gay Confederates, good old boys, bad old boys, guns, animals, fishing, fighting, cars, pestilence, surrealism, gritty realism, the future, and the past are tossed together in glorious juxtapositions in Hannah’s writing. Weird, funny, conversational, soulful—it was entirely his own thing, the numerous comparisons to William Faulkner, Flannery O’Connor, and Mark Twain aside."

His stuff wasn't like anybody else's, and what I mean to say is that, as a Southerner and a lover of words, I was proud of him. Try Airships or Ray if you're inclined.

the photo above was taken by Miriam Berkley

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I am having a fine time.


Will.

P.S. Ralph Steadman is teaching me how to write.