I had intended to do a reading on or around September 11. As the date approached it seemed obvious there would be an overload of commemoration and kitsch.
Tomorrow I'm going to publish my account of what I witnessed ten years ago. I've published it before, several times, in various ways. Maybe too many times. I wrote it early afternoon or late morning of the eleventh, high on adrenaline. For the next four months I'll publish installments of the journal/sketchbook I kept. Its unfinished business, as they say. I will probably publish the whole thing as a book on demand, possibly soon. Whether I do that before or after the Art Bum book is another matter.