It suddenly seemed important to say aloud that I know of nearly all the things I’ve posted because I’ve seen them personally. I thought collecting them, or images of the experiences of or ideas in them might allow me to see something new about them Or how they’ve collected in my thoughts.
The performance by the Nederlands Danse Theatre twice—in New York and in the Hague—though with different performers each time. And different performers from those in the video.
The chairs, Picasso drwaings done in petit point by Alice Toklas, at the (I think I recall this correctly) Baltimore Museum of Art.
I read Woolf and Thoreau in graduate school, though Woolfe for myself and Thoreau for a class.
I saw the Andy Goldworthy documentary at the Film Forum. I then went to
The Camino Santiago I know of because a Spanish friend, who had walked a great distance of it, told me.
Sigurdur Gudmundssen’s book was in an art book shop in Amsterdam. Richard Long I’ve seen documented and in group shows.
Daniel Gordon’s photographs were in National Geographic.
The Zoe Leonard exhibition was at Dia: Beacon last year.
I bought a bowl from Clam Lab.
I read Collette this summer.
The Paul Chan artwork is still up at MoMA.
Did I see the painting, by Vanessa Bell, of Virginia Woolf in England? In her Sussex house? (Charleston.)
I just began to like Kiki Smith this spring, when I saw one of her works at the Walker Art Center.
A friend, a fellow knitter, sent me the Renate Hiller video.
Cornell. The Walker. And then the summer semester class I took to MoMA.
I saw *Black Watch* at St. Anne’s Warehouse.
The MoMA photographs are mine and my friend Stephen’s.
I can’t remember all the places I’ve seen Bruce Nauman’s work.
I’ll continue to add more of the things I remember seeing, hearing, reading or otherwise thinking about as they come back to me. I don’t see a single pattern in them though—more a set of sometimes overlapping themes or images or…
No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a lead pencil. But there are circumstances in which it can become supremely desirable to possess one; moments when we are set upon having an object, an excuse for walking half across London between tea and dinner. As the foxhunter hunts in order to preserve the breed of foxes, and the golfer plays in order that open spaces may be preserved from the builders, so when the desire comes upon us to go street rambling the pencil does for a pretext, and getting up we say: “Really I must buy a pencil,” as if under cover of this excuse we could indulge safely in the greatest pleasure of town life in winter—rambling the streets of London.
I WISH TO SPEAK a word for nature, for absolute Freedom and Wildness, as contrasted with a freedom and Culture merely civil, — to regard man as an inhabitant, or a part and parcel of Nature, rather than a member of society. I wish to make an extreme statement, if so I may make a emphatic one, for there are enough champions of civilization; the minister, and the school-committee, and every one of you will take care of that.