Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

     Nov. 17, 1917 –

      of the “picturesqueness” of her language.  Someone had knocked her down and beat her head on the sidewalk; she brought the landlord out to show him where – the exact spot. 

     By now it was clear that a negro was the criminal; he soon appeared on the scene; like two beasts they flung back + forth at each other revolting epithets + inane accusations and after failing to agree, went off to the mayor.

     It was the incident I needed to give me the character of the house.  A big black hulk against the pink sky, it now had written on it sin, degeneracy, filth, disease, bestiality + insanity.