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I can't stop . . . I just can't stop

Obessions. Yeah obessions.

I am redoing my library like I used to redo my hair. I would grow it for a few months then shave it bald. All go then start from scratch.

Here a beard gone tomorrow.

So I took more books into the Bookshop. Ate some Greek stuff at the Med. cafe. Traded in more Seamus Heaney and Stephen Dobyns. Picked up:

New American Poetry (Donald Allen)
Collected Patchen (New Directions)
My Life, Lyn Hejinian
Scratching the Beat Surface, Michael McClure
Speed of Life, Edward Kleinschmidt Mayes
The Geographics, Albert Mobilio
School of Fish, Eileen Myles
Sleepwalker's Fate, Tom Clark

My good friend Dan Albergotti is coming back from AWP today. I gave him a list and $40 for the bookfair. Hoping to get some Aaron Tieger and Tomaz Salamun from Ugly Duckling Press.

Tony's talk of deer and walks and spots and reinventing the pastoral made me want some silence. My ever present constant chatterbrain. His post even suggested he has a dog to play fetch with.

I do love my two cats though. But fetch and a dog would also be nice.

I gotta go out back to the parking lot and read now. It's somewhat quiet.


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