I learnd of his death at the same time he was being buried at Standing Rock in Kent today. altho I didn't know him well I workd with Al on the donation of his performing arts collection to Special Collections. here we are at lunch at Joe Allen in 1984:
the last time I saw Al was at the Palm Springs Film Noir Festival a few years ago.
altho not into his message I always liked Howard Finster's art. so when I visitd Paradise Garden in july 1991 I bought one of his angels. I gave his wife a check for $380. I didn't meet the artist because at that time he was sleeping during the day & making art at nite. this is me at his famous residence with my purchase:
at first look I've been unable to locate any photos of the piece hanging in the house in Kent. but here is the first photo I have of it in Santa Fe (1994). that's James Broughton in the rocker:
this morning I took the piece down. it's one of a group of artworks which will be having a new home. details forthcoming.
Lois Wilson once told me that her studio insistd she never reveal her true age. "I lied abt my age so often I had to think just how old I really was" she sd. that came to mind when I discoverd this online:
John Burroughs has just announced that Crisis Chronicles Press is retiring its first 10 titles. I was honord that the press publishd Elyria so early in its history.
it was an important moment in my career. of course that version differs from what ended up in the Kindle version & then in Ohio Triangle. but I rather like that something of my process is on such display. if you don't have Elyria this is yr last chance to purchase a copy. & if you don't have Ohio Triangle you have my sympathy.
for the past 3 years one of my favorite activities has been hiking with members of the group. these hikes have been organizd by Jim Fusco. yesterday was the last one. Jim is moving to Colorado in 2 weeks.
no one else has offerd to continue with the hikes. probably because no one else has the combination of knowledge of places to go & the organizational skills behind pulling it off. I'll miss Jim. & I'll miss this activity. but I wish Jim well in his new life.
I'm working to finish the too-long-in-progress collection Territory of Men. close to the final cut of 50 poems. one which is among the final maybes is "On the Balcony of Hotel America" (1987). & here is one more photo from the box of forgotten ones. it was taken that year in front of that hotel.
& if memory serves somewhere there is actually a shot taken on the balcony.
the box was left by my last partner. most of the photos are duplicates of ones in my albums. those that aren't I think I rejectd at the time because they simply weren't good photos. however with the passage of time I now see them as historical records even if they fail as photography.