Aging
My mother sits on a coral reef, her gray hair undulating around her head, face blank, her eyes like a fish’s…
My mother sits on a coral reef, her gray hair undulating around her head, face blank, her eyes like a fish’s…

Martha Wilson’s solo exhibition, I have become my own worst fear, is up at P.P.O.W. gallery through October 8th. Lauren Bakst delves into the many faces of Martha Wilson, examining their relationships to the passing of time, the embodiment of aging, and the intertwining of the personal and political.

To be “young at heart” one must ostensibly be old at everything else: old hat, old fashioned, old guard.
This First Proof contains The Portrait, an excerpt from The River Queen.

Born in 1921 in Jamaica, Queens, Marie Ponsot published her first book of poems, True Minds(1957), in the legendary City Lights poetry series, which also included Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s A Coney Island of the Mind. I

In A Body, John Coplans confronts his readers with black-and-white self-portraits of his own 82-year-old frame.

That far downtown, the Hudson can smell leaf green and has an oceanic glint. Overlooking freshets and container ships, the retired Explorer occupies steep rooms in a building where Thomas Edison invented the rotary telephone.
I continued to function, morning surgery, rounds after lunch, evening surgery, on-call at night. It was a cold winter, and Spike was vicious.