Re: Rockland Halo Chrome

From: Jack Fulton ^lt;[email protected]>
Date: 02/19/04-09:40:34 AM Z
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        You're so sweet. That's why I love you.
        Well, yup, I'll go along w/yer McSorely's advice. Though, my pal, who
moved to NYC years ago and lives in the apartment building next to
Papp's Theater on Lex but now in upper state on a remote bit of land
and beautiful new studio, and myself would hoist ourselves to
McSorley's for a burger, coupla beers 'n fries. It was the age of the
joint and its long history that intrigued me not the cultural dramas
played out for decades upon decades. History is bunk. Heck, I'm an old
hippy fraom San Francisco (don't call if Frisco) sequing into that time
from the Beat days of Keroac, Ferlinghetti and watching Ginseberg
getting busted for saying "fuck" while reading Howl and listening to
Lenny Bruce talking about using a cold water flat's sink to piss in. I
took trips, hung out in ALL the cool spots and the rendition of it all
does not quite relate the truth of the origin and the action. It's all
devoted to sex and drugs. THAT was a small part.
        But, so glad you did at least appreciate my 'experience' alone on the
desert. Something about seeing the truth of who one is.
        Love, health and Peace

On Feb 19, 2004, at 12:02 AM, Judy Seigel wrote:

> On Wed, 18 Feb 2004, Jack Fulton wrote:
>> ... McSorley's (today's NYTimes), your lovely neighborhood, the
>> Hudson River walking, way uptown, the smoked mozzarella, all the
> Well actually Jack, that McSorley's piece is a perfect example of why
> history is bunk. Whoever wrote that nostalgic drivel probably only
> knows
> "McSorley's" (and I do mean the quotation marks) from some kid who
> thinks
> it's a big deal. In fact, when I went to school down the block (Cooper
> Union) Mcsorley's did not admit women.... a fact greeted with gaping
> disbelief by you young whippersnappers when I've mentioned it. In
> fact it
> was probably some 20 years later before women were admitted. As I
> recall
> it was during the 70s, and the "feminazi's" simply walked in. That was
> admittedly a bit later than the stoning and selling into slavery and
> that
> other stuff of Leviticus, but not out of line with other practices of
> its
> day.
> Of course McSorley's wasn't a good hangout for the guys at school
> either,
> because 7th st was the turf of Ukranian hoods (and I don't mean
> headgear)
> and any males not in their gang who ventured there would get seriously
> beat up. Meanwhile, McSorely's is now a nationally distributed brand of
> beer -- maybe one day they'll make a franchise of the old 7th street,
> and
> get some actors to play the Ukranians.... (If the pay is too low,
> they'll
> have to get illegals, maybe Mexicans.)
> I have found -- as perhaps others have begun to discover -- the older
> you
> get the more often you see that "history" is a series of more or LESS
> charming lies. (Which may be why the bad old texts of names and dates
> weren't so bad after all -- you could be pretty sure about them.)
> Meanwhile, at grad school in a class where the whippersnapper
> "professor" had some cockamamie theory about media (Reader's Digest,
> Life Magazine, newspapers, etc.) that I was raised on, I was so rash as
> to make corrections. You can imagine how this went over.
> HOWEVER, bringing this back to alternative processes, the fact is that
> I
> am really really annoyed -- how dare Adam start something so
> provocative
> and nobody bothers to tell those of us with prehistoric uncooperative
> browsers that hate us what that video was ABOUT !
> However....
>> .... I stood naked
>> with my arms flung toward the north star Polaris. That self portrait i
>> brought back and made into one of those Halochromium images which came
>> out a sort of golden color with me and teh moon and playa slightly
>> blue. The term for standing under moonbeams is . . hold your breath .
>> . apricating. This apricating neath beams from the bright moon gave a
>> lilt to the tilt of my non-kilt and the Halochrome seemed appropriate.
>> For me, it is not the process, nor the methodology, but the
>> application. Yes, the application of the aprication.
> Jack, that sounds absolutely gorgeous... a peak/peek experience.
> We did a little apricating the night of the blackout last summer -- a
> breathtakingly bright moon hung right across the street, not
> diminished by
> city lights... and we could actually see by it. I went out to see it
> again
> at 4 AM. Everybody had gone home; just me and the moon. I was in my
> nightgown, also picturesque I like to think.
> Unfortunately I didn't have a camera, and in any event probably could
> not
> have done it justice. Your halochrome probably did. Bravo.
> Judy
Received on Thu Feb 19 09:40:57 2004

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