Layers of memory entangled; between a damp, British November & the August heat of Coney Island.
Tuesday 30th August 2011
Echoes of The Warriors, as the dawn rises, the pier at the end of the boardwalk, the now derelict tower; Ulysses returned, safe but changed.
The Warriors had been one of my strongest images as we travelled the New York subway through to Coney Island, a New York of my imagination, necessarily recalled to frame the reality in front of me. This was my Imagined Country, not Denis’s. His, populated through his father’s fragmentary tales, mine vague & unframed by anything other than film/novels. Read More