Flowered white obliterate…
In typical post holiday blues fashion, I’ve been hibernating these past few week scanning negatives day in and out; avoiding the cold and drinking tea, watching obscure documentaries on netflix and ordering books from the library. A trip to the basement for some irrelevant cooking tool last week yielded a nostalgic 30 minute dive into a box of beloved books seldom seen. I came across The Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry and immediately sought out this poem… A favorite since my days at Sarah Lawrence, sitting in that dimly lit Tudor hall as Marie Howe delivered us this gift. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel the weight of these words.
With deep gratitude and love, I dedicate this post to my friends and lovers and Don: ” I am gripped by a cherishing so deep…i am living, I remember you” – M.H.
Friend: Erin…where have you been!!?!
E: Making friends and drinking wine
Friend: For a whole year? well how was it
Its been over a year since I’ve posted anything from the Dime Museum, which makes not a lick of sense as I’ve had an exciting year: I collected things. I photographed things. I read things. I went in search of things (some of which i discovered, some of which i did not) I’ve made several new lifelong friends and I said goodbye to important people who embarked on new journeys which took them across our vast country. (don’t worry the instantaneous virtual world keeps our love very alive vis-a-vis email, snail mail, FaceTime et al)
As I sat down to recount my year in books I realized that 75% of the things I read last year were somehow connected to the exquisite world of wine. My year was full of wine tastings and wine dinners (several of which I helped host, food paired to wine accompanied by menus with tasting notes) cigar smoking, beer flights and hours of travel to some of New England’s most important small breweries and taprooms. If you know me personally, you will not be surprised when I reveal that I do not feel tired in my pursuit after one year. In fact, just the opposite, I am energized moving forward. Heady Topper under my belt…Marshall Wharf, Maine Brewing Company, Hill Farmstead – I LOVE YOU ALL. Next in the crosshairs…PAPPY VAN WINKLE, I’m coming for you.
In addition to my monomania, I did manage to make some art. I released the shutter, i put ink on the page, i sent real mail, wrote lists and spoke words with intention. I smiled at strangers and held the door open for the guy behind me. I suspect some of those art-ifacts will be appearing in sporadic posts in the upcoming weeks.
The Dime Museum has been traveling for the past year and has finally arrived home exhausted and excited to plant roots and have a permanent address. When reflecting on the this time, riding the rails and reading books seems to be thing I remember most vividly. Here are selections from the year