From My Life
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John Ashbery came over to interview me for Life Magazine yesterday. Walked over, in fact, even though walking nowadays is something of a chore for him. We met at my car, which was parked on the north side of Bank Street between Washington and West Streets. It was raining, and I had been trying, as always, and without success, not to see the raindrops as thousands and thousands of little tears sliding down the windshield as we spoke. I was a bit tired from the photo shoot Philippe Halsman had just put me through. He had me jumping up and down for hours--well, maybe not hours, but you know what I mean. When John asked his first question it had almost stopped raining.
1.
John Ashbery came over to interview me for Life Magazine yesterday. Walked over, in fact, even though walking nowadays is something of a chore for him. We met at my car, which was parked on the north side of Bank Street between Washington and West Streets. It was raining, and I had been trying, as always, and without success, not to see the raindrops as thousands and thousands of little tears sliding down the windshield as we spoke. I was a bit tired from the photo shoot Philippe Halsman had just put me through. He had me jumping up and down for hours--well, maybe not hours, but you know what I mean. When John asked his first question it had almost stopped raining.
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