“Palimpsest, i.e., a parchment from which one writing has been erased to make room for another.” H. D.
“For every painter there was a poet.” Eric Brown
January in New York. Snow, cold. At Vince’s loft in Chelsea. Got there at little early. When Vince came in, his sons Oliver & Isaac were unfolding the papel picados I had brought for them from the Casa Bonampak, 1051 Valencia St., one for Dia de los Muertos, one tomato-red Amor for Valentine’s Day. They were happy, thought they could bring them to school for their Spanish cla... More