“Archives” here is best treated somewhat ironically, as meaning “piles, boxes, and drawers of minimally differentiated papers.” No neat conservationally-correct folders, no finding aids. I recently picked up several bags of papers from my mother’s apartment-building-basement storage space and brought them to my small apartment, already clogged and afflicted with increasingly ill-controlled ephemera.* Anyway, this particular batch of stuff seems mostly to date from my grad school period, late 80s and early 90s, and includes photocopied readings, research materials, and paper drafts as well as letters and theater tickets and old calendars and god knows what.
So since this period is on top, mostly, I’ll be starting with it. I’m going to post excerpts, taken in no particular order, with more or less commentary as it suits me in the moment. Maybe they will amuse you; maybe they will teach me something. Let’s see how long I can keep it up.
*I keep it because it proves I existed, acted, thought, and was valued in the past; I leave it in a state of disorder because I fear — something. What I will find, perhaps? Or something else.