”…a room long and
narrow with a glass case of french sculpture, horses on a shelf below a shelf
of acrobats and dancers, all in wide high leg raises and arm circles, the
horses very fine – I stepped from that small dark into a gallery room and
plunged and stumbled down two steps. My
Frommer's thudded to the floorboards but
I sprawled out & kept myself from falling.
Then I was Copenhagen – was the
sky-lit figures we see and circle – I was Copenhagen – the loud buses and small
autos racketing in traffic. I was the
sight and the small hazard and the thud of work and industry.
Several women turned and noticed
me and one spoke. A soft, cushioned
stumble of thuds and lugage bundles thundering the floorboards. A sight unusual, surprizing, I astonished
them so momentarily.
To make the impression. And I felt the humility of the inevitable
emergence from the shelf of dancers, the shelf of horses. To trip out, over-padded, clumsy, and
dropping things. The Glyptotech was free on
Wednesdays.”
I took a bus to a suburban marsh.
On the 19th I saw the Hans Christian
Anderson – "the drawings by Hans Christian Anderson were in the basement – very
nice contrast, pencil & ink miniatures beside the Thorvaldsen
Collection."
Friday April 20, 1990
“Before Breakfast I tried two drawings near
the Tycho Brahe planetarium. Cold &
windy. One glove, the green US army
seconds, fell back of the bench, down into bushes. I had to balance on the pavement edge, hold
on to the bench which was bolted down, and reach in to get the glove.”
I went to the Riksarkivit – “The building had an entry, then a pale space with a winding pale
stair. On a landing was a door with
rondel glass windows. All in
colors. In the reading room entry were
wood panel cupboards like wardrobes for belongngs and a counter where one
signed in.”
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