Which will you choose from

Okay--
it's autumn.

I have deduced this because I am synching flannel with Heather. It smells like hickory on the roof. I'm sitting in bed listening to Nick Drake  , and despite recent events I think things will be fine. I've lied to you on numerous occasions---I'm really a Connecticutian at heart.

Some out takes from the weekend:

Squaw

                                       

Meef you ^

I need to get out of the city with this monstrosity  more often. I need to get out of the city for myself more often.

One more for good measure.

Best, Liz

Iconoclastic

NJ breaks us down 9/28/09

best, liz

we will be blind and dumb until we fall asleep

this week

                                      

bones to pick with wolves

                                                 

experiments in 4X5 film---colin's emotional breakdown on 2nd and 2nd

life after college

dead man's bones >> surprisingly wonderful

..........

best, Liz.

On repeat

I'm carrying some slight magic which does something to them. It fixes them in a way.


The coffee IV drip has begun---it's been a rough week of wolves and THIS .

I suppose it's a comfort being this obsessed again---but not much!
The obsession is my preservation of everything. I want to save and photograph the ceremonies of our present because while we are living here and now we percieve only what is random and barren and formless about them. What is ceremonious and curious and commonplace will be legendary at some point.

And if this is the case, I want to catch your grandmother putting up preserves.

I miss---

best, Liz.

Swapping Stories

The apartment is squashed with ideas and the wife is killing me with terpenoid.

It's been one of those weeks where I feel like I, the amateur, forces her Sundays into a series of unnatural poses.

It's so difficult to avoid contrivance.
Not being governed by irony in uncreative moments is harder than Rilke led on.
I am comforted, always by these things:

Dear Walker,
On Sunday on the radio they are playing the tape of J. Balowin's appearance at they. I don't think the curious mass masochism of the audience will be audible but he will be and he is important and I remember one very magnificent thing he said about the sonnets of Shakespeare. I tried making potatoes like yours but they weren't.
-Diane

This means, somehow, that Walker Evans and Diane Arbus were normal people who tried and failed at potato recipes.

As always, I press on with integrity and refinement:

Best, Liz. Hope to see you soon!