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Hey, isn't someone supposed to be keeping track? This has been going on for a month, but I had to see it listed in the New Yorker. It's a Paul Laffoley mini-retrospective, and it's up until April 21st. A must for all independent visionaries.
"I photographed every door or drawer knob, handle, or latch I touched from the time I awoke on Thursday, June 3rd. until I went to bed on Friday, June 4th"
Uh-oh, you're already missing the People's Poetry Gathering of lower Manhattan. Includes my dad's undertaker Thomas Lynch reading Poe at midnight in a graveyard.