April 13th, 2018
Robins trying out my office window mirrored me, flying off with bits I’d unearthed as I cleared years of debris from our neglected yard. Witness three days of clearing, already minus the huge tree branches that took two people to saw and drag. I believe we’re ready to garden!
April 7th, 2018
We drove 104 miles to Massachusetts to rescue this Victorian wicker set.
April 1st, 2018
24 hours in NYC: a friend’s 50th, another’s housewarming, and
Easter/Passover walk in Central Park post Zabar’s matzo ball soup.
March 25th, 2018
Someone gallantly wrangles a couple pallets for his favorite gardner to upcycle into flower boxes, and that silly spoiler serves yet again…
March 17th, 2018
plexiglass reliquary #2: the second page of a letter dated March 23, 1945, wherein Tennessee Williams describes the plot of a new play he’s been immersed in (tentatively titled, Blanche’s Chair in the Moon or The Moth). I love this document for two reasons–
I dearly relate to him trying to pitch to his agent this gorgeous, tragic play as something commercially appealing: “I know this is heavy stuff and I’m writing it with as much lyrical and comedy relief as possible.”
As a lover of Blanche DuBois, I laughed out loud reading: “There are at least three possible ends. One, Blanche simply leaves — with no destination. Two, goes mad. Three, throws herself in front of a train in the freight yards.”
I propose four: goes mad trying to market Streetcar Named Desire as comedy, throws self in front of train.
March 16th, 2018
Peter Hujar contact sheets of Cockettes, Candy Darling, La Sontag.
