This morning has
a musical quality
on the page. Mt.
Tam and Jacques
Barzun the Bizarre
which is fun next
to me here. At
Massimo reading
Cedar’s lines
Franklin Volt
aire running for
the French pro
mising myself
a new leaf and
good spirits (a
gain) not certain
how I’m going
to live up to that
promise. Cool
air coming in
from the window.
Wet roofs and
clean trees full
of green leaves.
Move to España
single again. Art.
Vertiginous
materialist. The
echo of a bird
got wet crying
about it.
