We sat in the back of a deuce and a half (two-and-a-half-ton truck), dressed for battle—M-16s, M-60s, hand grenades, and other weapons were loaded up. It was full alert. In a few weeks, I was scheduled to get my discharge from active duty. My Army Read More …
My brother said, “It looks depressing.” That was his first impression of Detroit. The architecture was older and more industrial than anything we were used to. We arrived in February of 1967, a few months before the riots. Many houses and other buildings burned to Read More …
Driving west on 98 towards 441, I did a loop through Pahokee and Belle Glade. It’s not the fastest way back from Ft. Lauderdale to Orlando, and that didn’t matter. It’s one of the most interesting ways, and that did matter. The area felt foreign Read More …
The bus driver asked me where I was getting off. I said Marfa. He said, “I’ve only dropped off Germans and Japanese there in the past.” It was 1999. Marfa, Texas didn’t have a bus station. The bus driver said, “The bus station isn’t really Read More …
The unlit tip of Joe’s Pall Mall cigarette hung onto his lower lip. I kept waiting for it to fall. It didn’t. It never fell. The ember moved up and down slowly as he matter-of-factly stated that my brother was going to be a left-handed Read More …
Robert Smithson published Monuments of Passaic in Art Forum in ????1967. His essay included photos, featuring the town of Passaic, New Jersey (Smithson’s birthplace). The photos of Passaic captured the blight of the area, while presenting it as art. His title pays faux reverence to Read More …
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