Leland Rice Untitled (White Door) 1973 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
Nancy Rexroth Nothing in Particular, Wapello, Iowa 1973 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Nancy Rexroth Clock and Wall ca. 1974 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Henry Wessel California 1973 gelatin silver print Princeton University Art Museum |
Lucas Samaras Untitled (Photo-Transformation) 1974 manipulated Polaroid Princeton University Art Museum |
Susan Meiselas Lulu and Debbie, Tunbridge, Vermont 1974 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
Carl Chiarenza Cambridge 19 1974 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Bernhard and Hilla Becker Coal Silo, Big Pit Colliery, South Wales 1974 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Bernhard and Hilla Becker Cooling Tower, Zeche Waltrop, Ruhr, West Germany 1974 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Bernhard and Hilla Becker Lime Kilns, Brielle, Holland 1974 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Judy Dater Imogen and Twinka at Yosemite 1974 gelatin silver print Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
Peter Hujar Candy Darling on her Deathbed 1974 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
Mark Cohen Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania 1974 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
Mark Cohen Plymouth, Pennsylvania 1974 gelatin silver print Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Mark Cohen Untitled 1974 gelatin silver print Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, Kansas City, Missouri |
Terry Evans Untitled 1974 gelatin silver print Art Institute of Chicago |
from Remembering Elaine's
We drank our faces off until the sun arrived,
Night after night, and most of us survived
To waft outside to sunrise on Second Avenue,
And felt a kind of Wordsworth wonderment – the morning new.
The sidewalk fresh as morning dew – and us new, too.
How wonderful to be so magnified.
Every Scotch and soda had been usefully applied.
You were who you weren't till now.
We'd been white Harvard piglets sucking on the whisky sow
And now we'd write a book, without having to know how.
If you didn't get a hangover, that was one kind of bad
And was a sign of something, but if you had
Tranquilizers to protect yourself before you went to work,
Say as a doctor interning at nearby New York Hospital, don't be a jerk,
Take them, take loads of them, and share them, and don't smirk.
We smoked Kools, unfiltered Camels, and papier maŃ—s Gitanes,
The fat ones Belmondo smoked in Breathless –
– Frederick Seidel (2016)