It was a convoluted weekend, but almost every minute of it was spent in the company of interesting people. Yesterday afternoon, I dragged my soaked self into Veselka to have a dinner and conversation with my friend Gregg.
Even though our paths have crossed many times over the past twenty years, it was the first time that we’ve ever sat down and had a full talk. It ranged across what we’ve been doing professionally, through our daily lives to the struggles making things and organizing (when he told me scale of the program he chairs I was a bit overawed) to the very odd emotional valences of our particular moment. He helped me to acknowledge a feeling of loss and disruption that I feel has been lurking just out of the reach of my mind for quite a while.
His ambivalences were welcome in highlighting my own. And after we had talked for quite a long time, we both walked over to St. Marks Books, and pointed each other towards books of poetry that we had enjoyed. In parting, he gave me a copy of his new book, which is composed, quite beautifully, entirely of questions.
Tags: daily photo, friends, good talk