Saturday, April 23, 2011

a different kind of book: my inheritance

Such prosperity, such superb profusion,
Slight not, Furius, idly nor reject not.
As for sesterces, all the would-be fortune,
Cease to wish it; enough, methinks, the present.

                     from Poems and Fragments, by Catullus, XXIII


Saturday, April 16, 2011

found these old photos of the glass book

in some old computer files while transferring from Vista to W7 --much better than those posted on HOW2 years ago (that my Brooklyn neighbor took since I had no camera at the time)

-- in these, what I talked about in that piece about the making of the book makes much more sense -- you can see the light "bouncing" off the glass pages --