Saturday, May 9, 2020
Torn face of Jesus (cardboard, source unknown) stapled to the artist's baptismal certificate, 11 x 7 inches, Thursday, May 7th, 2020, Cathedral Hill, San Francisco.
(Note - the black line in the middle is not part of the piece. My neighbor, Martin Aguilar, suggested that I might not want to have my mother's maiden name out on the internet.)
And so this is a follow-up to my previous post, regarding books that fall apart in your hands as you are reading them. This one was a hard back, green cover, and had 5 Hammett novels. You have perhaps seen this edition in used bookstores or, you know, it's on your shelf. From 1945 or so I think. Anyway, this one fell apart about three years ago and I saved some of the pieces. The title page I framed and sent to my friend Steve Goldstein in Queens, New York, as he is a big fan and thought he would appreciate. He put it up in his office in Manhattan and now, sheltered in place, he and the title page are separated by the East River, and likely I think there are tears in both boroughs. But it was the first page of "Falcon" I wanted for myself, and finally framed it two nights ago.
Sometimes you own a book so long, and it was used and old when you bought it in the first place, and while you are reading it, it just falls apart in your hands. That happened to my copy of "Portrait" maybe five years ago. I decided to take the title page and frame it, and it hangs on the wall above my computer where I look at it every day. The back cover and front cover I turned into postcards and LIKELY sent to Rashid Robinson though the U.S. Mail, because I do this book cover mail thing with him. And that's it, only to say this is a lead in to the next blog entry, so hope to see you there soon.