A moving tribute to a comrade-in-arts by Karen Lillis in Vol. 1 Brooklyn:
“Late in my New York years, Lori handed me off to Pittsburgh when no one else did. My friends’ reactions to my announcement to leave the City ranged from neutral to disgusted, from sad to see me go to angry at the very concept. One poet insisted, ‘There’s almost nothing in Pittsburgh.’ One trustfunder told me, ‘I would never move away from the ocean.’ One bookseller repeated incredulously, ‘Pitts-burgh–?’ and it sounded like he was vomiting the word out of his mouth. One of my best friends stopped speaking to me for six months. Lori, with her characteristic generosity, told me, ‘You have to meet my friend John! He just opened a gallery there!’ She’d lived many places and didn’t think moving was weird, even if it was away from our North Brooklyn art ghetto.”
Lori Ellison and the Death of a Comrade (by @bookstorememoir) http://t.co/9455n7IaHd
— Volume 1 Brooklyn (@vol1brooklyn) September 10, 2015