A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Sunday Memories: You Say You Want A Revolution...
"imperialism sucks march on washington november 15, 1969"
It was here on the kitchen wall in 1976 when I moved in. In those days, the house was painted in purple and red and yellow and more purple and maybe blue but it was hard to tell.
One day in 1980 a woman visited, friend of a friend of a friend of a roommate. She had either designed the poster or knew who did. She found it funny to see it tacked up by tape over the toaster.
I always thought it was an abstract painting with no meaning - just acid trip colors until 20 years into looking at it I realized there was the shape of a man in chains and blood and grief and oppression.
Recently I got a frame from Ikea for it. I'm not sure what took me so long. But when revolution no longer marches on Washington, it should be framed.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
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