On this day in history, I am informed, Odilon Redon was born in Bordeaux, France. There is otherwise a remarkable series of destructive events, according to Encyclopedia Brittanica, none of them related to each other except for the date of April 19. I’m not going to list them, but their constellation is affected by the memory of my mother, Jeanne Alderton Watten, who was born precisely one hundred years ago on this date in 1926. I must remember not to let the occasion pass. I will further inscribe it in memory by typing out and re-presenting the work I wrote that brought those dates together in Bad History. Such were the deaths the date is associated with. Of course, nothing is ever lost, nor can it be—to quote Emerson. It is just such transcendence the date offers 100 years hence. Also in 1926 was a positive conjunction of births—the poets Allen Ginsberg, Robert Creeley, and Larry Eigner all were born that year. I once relayed that fact to Creeley, and he gave me one of those big sloppy kisses of his later days. Remind me, now that I have come to his age, not to do that to anyone (in any case we are not allowed). Odilon Redon seems just the right touch to remember my mother, who had the instincts of an artist and generously enacted them. But now I see Redon was born the next day, not the day horrible things happened. Thus erased, we move ahead. The image on the right, randomly accessed on the wrong date, thus confirms me in my mission. … More