I am completely alone in the archives these days all day long. Nothing but the whisper roar of the ventilation fan to keep me company. Sometimes as I sort and slip photos into sleeves, I find myself pausing to look at the author in the photo, and thinking it would be nice to visit her for tea. Then I’m more than a little shocked when I realize she died almost forty years ago. Such is the way of time in the archives. It moves so slowly sometimes you don’t even know it’s moving.
We’re all mostly inside these days, with the exception of that daily walk, run or bike ride that keeps you sane and at a safe distance from others. While we lament the many hardships that this pandemic is bringing to our communities, we also invite you to settle in for some quiet, stillness and contemplation. Art has […]
On September 21, 2019, MWWC archivist Jefferson Navicky attended the Metamorphosis literary festival in Portland for which Carolyn Chute was the headliner. Before reading from the galley of her next book, Recipe for a Revolution, Chute drew the audience’s attention to the line of hydrogenated peanut butter and packages of ramen noodles that spread across […]