Yeah good morning Allison how are you feeling?
I had the last 3 days off and I basically just wrote. I didn't I didn't bother going into the city but I am heading in there today to pick up some Brooklyn. I just basically stayed around this neighborhood other than going to the Upper East Side to pick up some watches to repair and then sell a piece of gold. I don't't have to do that until tomorrow and I'll go see this book publisher about getting a small photo book published. I'm just going to stop in and see him and that's about it. As for the watches I'll show them to the 47th Street dealers and they offer a price, then I'll call up a private who mught want them.
Rolexes get good money, but most anything else are basically just 20 cents on the dollar. I'll do it, because I just want to get out of the house.
Professor Ollman's library has been sold to some person, who will make a fortune on them. No university wanted them. Raoul saw no value in them. His son sees no value in them. 10,000 books on Marxism and philosophy. Some intact. Others yellowed by age. Pages crumbling to the touch. I read a few, gleaming knowledge in paragraphs buried by words. hoping to understad the rest by osmosis. Maybe when I was younger I might have been able to read a few hundred in the two years I spent elder caring for the professor.
I can't blame him. Wanting to rid of it all. No one reads anymore. He might have gotten $50,000. He wanted them out.His father is up in Yonkers. A resting home. 91 years old. The professor can't remember anything from those books and only wants to go visit his parents in Milwaukee. THey are long gone. The same as so many people. Same for me.
My father in his late 80s always said, "I'm the only one left."
His generation was gone.
At 73 I get that feeling. No one calls. I speak with few old friends. Even fewer family. Thankfully I speak with people on the street. Just sometimes saying hello to feel part of this time.
The books.
Knowledge for scholars.
Most people in this modern society only reead emojiglyphs or badly written texts. Anytime to tell them a fact, the ask, "Really?
As if everything know is bullshit.
Another barrier to reading are the ambient lightbulbs. Yellow light. Candle light is better than them.
I'll talk to you later. I'm heading up to 79th Street.
When I get back this evening, I'll lie in bed lsitening to scinece. Investigating the cosmos with my eyes closed and my mind open to the universe.I have old school sixty watt tungsten bulbs, but they are still dim. Especially for reading philosophy. LATER
No comments:
Post a Comment