Raw material

I held yesterday family letters from two centuries and two coasts (the 18th and 19th, the left and the right).  They tentatively unfolded into enthusiastically detailed death accounts and whimsical mini-essays (“The Life of a [silver] Dollar”). Have read about one fiftieth of them.  Sifted through maps, photographs, daguerreotypes, information from the Newburyport, Connecticut Nautical Museum, online printouts, pens and eyeglasses in their cases, family trees, postcards and broadsides, logs of ships’ arrivals listed with their captains.  Bringing this book into life is as much a carving as an invitation into the concrete.


About Lorca Smetana

White doves. Retreats. Insects. Languages. Making.
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