Photo credit: Josué Guarionex Myrna and Robert in the garden of St. Mark's Church-in-the Bowery. They are sitting on a bench dedicated to the memory of Shulamith Firestone. Robert Roth The Biographer Immersed in the pain, The greatness of our long dead friend Her biographer keeps searching Dusty old boxes in her brother's attic TV footage now on YouTube Articles and books read then reread And then there are those of us that knew her “Yes I remember that time when...” “That's not what happened...” “In the middle of the night we had to go find a typewriter ribbon...” “She sat with me all night when my mother died” “You could hear a pin drop whenever she spoke” “Don't believe those others; I knew her best” “She looked so forlorn standing by that lamppost...” Time, memory, death All us original sources keep dying One more died just last week Myrna Nieves Glimpses: In response to Robert Roth's po...
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