April 2009
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In the postcards that he sent from the way stations he would describe with...
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
FULL OF LIFE NOW
Full of life now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,
To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence,
To you yet unborn these, seeking you.
When you read these I that was visible become invisible,
Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me,
Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and become...
BATTLE OF THE SURFACES
In May 2007, a bizarre tennis match in Mallorca pitted...
– Schott’s Miscellany 2009
Put an apple inside your head.
Shoot at it.
(Do not use a mirror, a gun, a bow...
– Lew Welch