‘NYCNY,’ Daryl Hall, Sacred Songs, 1977.
September 2009
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Fri 11 Sep 2009
Fri 11 Sep 2009
On the morning of 9/11/01, I was in a filmmaking office on Grand St. in NYC, wherefrom we watched the Whole Event. No one exposed a single frame of film or rolled tape of any kind. Once the coast was relatively clear, we walked across the Williamsburg Bridge to Brooklyn in near-total silence, watching a cloud of ash & debris arc from Lower Manhattan across the East River to settle on the neighborhood in which I now live.
I twice quote John Berryman from memory:
- I have not since tried to be the same.
- Nouns, verbs do not exist for how I feel.
Sun 6 Sep 2009
