Monday, September 18, 2006

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Buster Stronghart is my nom de plume and, perhaps, my alter-ego. I write a blog under that name and use it for an occasional original remark, more often very short quotations -- my latest being from Dr. Johnson, " In memorial disquisitions no man is on his oath." The blog may be found at www.BusterStronghart.blogspot.com -- my own original remarks are initialed, "mek," quotations from others (real writers or philosophers) are always identified.

A short, morose autobiographical poem may be found at Aug 24, and a friend's "counter-poem" answering my maudlin whining may be found in boldface just under it.

The photos are something new reflecting the fact that I have purchased a new camera and am trying to learn to post photos and to take them.

An explanation about Harry and "his last shoot in Texas," is in order, for those of us, like me, who have missed fifty years of installments.

The books, the books, oh the books...I am divesting myself of over fifty years of accumulated books (about 2000) --I wouldn't call it a "collection" it's really an "accumulation." Serious literature, history, philosophy (mostly only partly read), a lot of poetry, and of course many of the classics so resented by feminists in the sixties, seventies, and eighties. I am so glad that they are getting over their hatred of dead white men.

Buster and I consider ourselves to be pro-woman; in fact we have loved women overly much during the testosterone years, but we have never understood feminist criticism. Well, actually, we understand very little of any lit crit...

--I have told my boys, Aaron and Max, that they should feel worse for me now during the dispersion of my books, than they should when I am dying. It is bad. I have sold a few, and given many to Patti's children who have room, but my boys have no room, although Max would really like to have some--the remainder will go to the Garrison Library to be put up for sale next September. They have given me about twenty-five feet by eight rows of library shelving in their store room for the books. I think that they will just about fit there. It's nice seeing them all laid out together and in order. I'll take pictures with my new camera.

Cutting work back is fine but don't stop working until they measure you for the long, six-sided box. It's a mistake to do so. What work are you doing? The last I heard you were managing a ballet company, I think, which would be great because at about that time another woman whom I knew as a girl was managing the New York Ballet, Patty Avedon, niece of Richard Avedon. Of course, I haven't seen her since 1955, if then, so I have no idea where she is now.

I stopped (accosted) Richard Avedon on the street one day, just a month before he died, to ask about Patty, Michael and Keith, the three Avedons that Patti and I (and maybe you too) knew from 69th Avenue. He told me that Keith had died, Patty was "out west," and Michael had disappeared.

Anyway, with the 65% free time you have made for yourself take a look at www.BusterStronghart.blogspot.com , Don't forget what I said above about August 24.


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