LINES OF THE DAY

". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Friday, September 11, 2009

9/11/01 -- My Neighborhood -- 1/3 Mile North of the Towers

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T. said...

Oh, Foxessa. Startling, true, and a reminder to be thankful for every single minute.

I recall after the death of my first husband, when we were walking into the funeral home for a visitation, his dad said, "Well, I just got through another minute."

Sometimes that's all we can do.

Thank you.

September 13, 2009 at 10:27 PM
Foxessa said...

When I saw that graffito, That Day, I knew why I had my camera with me.

As you can see the quality of the light was magnificent where the smoke was not. It was like that all fall. Above and north brilliant autumn blue sky. South, roiling, boiling, toxic smoke.

When we came back December 23 from Havana, the site was still burning.

Love, C.

September 14, 2009 at 9:38 AM

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