Somehow the Morgan Library forgot to invite me.

Posted in blog post on January 23rd, 2011 by Merrill Markoe go to link Tags: , , ,

https://www.mckenziesportsphysicaltherapy.com/tdfjn464 There is a new show at the Morgan Library and Museum, in NYC, that appears to be retrospective of the human being and his centuries old need to present himself and his life through the keeping of diaries.  From the review I read in the N.Y. Times, it looks  like an exhibit I would love. The show appears to contain everything from a fifteenth century ” first printed edition of St. Augustine’s ‘Confessions,’ and that book’s 18th-century secular heir, Rousseau’s “Confessions” to the hand written  musings of assorted luminaries such as Sir Walter Scott,  Emily Bronte, and Nathaniel Hawthorne and his wife (see below). There are also contributions from that old diary perennial Anais Nin as well as  musings from Bob Dylan, Tennessee Williams and a policeman at the site of the World Trade Center during 9/11. All appear to share the amazing details of being alive in their particular moment. Somehow everyone seems to know instinctively how to create the kind of entry that deserves to be placed upon the sands of time and burned in to the pages of history.

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http://geoffnotkin.com/laygu/ordering-valium.php But speaking now as someone who has been keeping diaries since I was in the third grade,  I was a little stung that I wasn’t asked to contribute.  Yes, yes…of course I am aware that I don’t exactly occupy the same space and weight in the world as a Sir Walter Scott or a St. Augustine. But still…does not every life matter equally in some a kind of a basically incomprehensible quantum physics kind of way? That was what I was telling myself as I  went in to the closet to fish out my earliest diaries and examine them for relevance.  What, I was wondering, might I have been  able to contribute to the exhibit had I only but been allowed a chance?

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go to link My instincts were correct.  What I found were the richly rewarding texts written by  my younger self as I documented daily life at the beginning of the sixties.  The excitement of that decade’s rebellious  spirit of  social upheaval comes alive on every page, as we clearly see in my first entry below which was written when I was in the fourth grade. Its interesting to note how  l  reject the constraints and gender expectations of a post war American middle class,  while also predicting the coming  feminist wave . In a follow up entry written just several days later,(not shown) I go even further down this path as I  boldly dismiss ever having anything  to do with the whole idea of menstruation, entirely. 

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https://riverhillcurrent.com/d6pf991bkb Summing up,  I would like to say that there are many many many other pages just as worthy as these.  And since The Morgan exhibit doesn’t even close until May, there is  plenty of time for them to give me a call.  (Note to curator : Also available upon request are diaries from the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth grades.)

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8 Responses to “Somehow the Morgan Library forgot to invite me.”

  1. Tina says:
    January 25, 2011 at 10:44

    https://www.acp-online.org/image/buy-valium-5mg.php I know exactly what you mean Merrill and I agree they should have included you in their exhibit. Further, it occurs to me Ms. Bronte, Mr. Hawthorne and Sir Walter Scott most probably wrote entries at some point in their diaries similar to your’s from April 27th and April 28th. As they say, great minds think (or in this case DON’T think) alike. But don’t despair. At least you have that cool Mr. Dooley Hour contest to remember.

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  2. Lucy says:
    January 25, 2011 at 10:44

    source url I have a vague memory of Jim Dooley. I keep getting him confused with Charlie Baxter. Do you remember M.T. Graves?

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    • Merrill Markoe says:
      January 25, 2011 at 10:44

      follow Do I!!!! We practically had a relationship! I once rode in a car to a shopping center opening with M.T. Graves…an honor I believe I won in a different contest! And then another time I saw the guy who played M.T. sitting in an audience somewhere, like maybe at the ballet, but not wearing his grave yard costume, and I went up and got his autograph. I believe I still have it. Which only goes to show you how badly I need to go through my closets and start throwing stuff out before someone calls up the crew from Hoarders .

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  3. Christine says:
    February 9, 2011 at 10:44

    Tramadol Online Cod Dear Merrill, I’m the curator of the show. If only I had known. Let’s talk. Christine

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    February 10, 2011 at 10:44

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