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Page 1 – The Woman Who Brought Matisse Back from the Dead

  ***Page 1 – The Woman Who Brought Matisse Back from the Dead***      Paris, 1950                  The studio on the Boulevard du Montparnasse was not far from the Boulevard Raspail crossing. The door to the concierge’s loge was ajar. The husband of the concierge was urinating into the sink when he noticed the(…)

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Page 1 – “Lost and Found”

[Today is the anniversary of Aunt Dorothy’s passing – June 9, 2009. RIP, dear Dorothy.  I walk by your building every day and think of you.] **** Page 1 ****     Dear Lily, Aunt’s Dorothy’s official Death Transcript was issued by the Surrogate Court on June 10th, 2009. The work of inventorying, separating, dispersing,(…)

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Page 1 – The Potato Eater

*****Page 1 ***** A FAMILY. Twelve children and two adults – marital status unknown – crossed the Atlantic from Ireland. The adults couldn’t cope so they swaddled the children with every piece of clothing they could grab from a church rummage and took the ferry from South Ferry, Manhattan to St. George, Staten Island in(…)

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Page 1 – Not not a Jew

*****Page 1 ***** Why leave Berlin for Paris? An unemployed man with no friends, Eli G., with a wife, Vera, and one child to feed, Karl, got fifty-one mark a month (1931) in relief. Vera budgeted: Per month = 51 mark rent, electricity, heat, outings = 32.50 mark feed family = 18.50 mark Per day           (…)

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Just a glance

Following, a glance into the draft of my new book (working title) Found and Lost  – a quaisi-biographical epistolary collection meditating on six years and six deaths, future work in this crumpled world, life after the death of loved ones. A few lines from Part V – A Curtain Blows into a Room Saw a bin of basketballs at Gristides(…)

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Hospitality

After two weeks in Dublin, five weeks on Hydra, my friend Dan bullied me into accompanying him to Bulgaria. I resisted the pressure for a week and finally (because he was also helping me edit a new piece of work*) he used his PhD in bullying to a good end. I blew off my return ticket to New(…)

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What now? Tearing pages…

Having calmed (I thought) my young, neglected novella along with my eleven other disturbed creations the other night, I entered a period of empty-headed wellbeing that, unfortunately, was rudely interrupted just now just as the sun was sinking into the Aegean Sea. I heard a disturbing sound that made the hair on my neck stand up straight. I could hardly believe my ears. Again,(…)

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