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:

  1. I have not since tried to be the same.
  2. Nouns, verbs do not exist for how I feel.