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there is a lot of noise out there. cultural production and self promotion and so on. Sometimes I want to be somebody but when I put a foot forward I feel like going below the lines again.

In short
as always
I want simplicity

and perhaps like most (all?) writers I wonder about writing. Whether there is too much being published. Whether what i write contributes to the noise or makes something of it.

it is hard to keep up with all the work.

I love the little well-made chapbook of poetry. Sometimes those little books are far better than the official collections.

and the simplicity. ah yes the simplicity.


William Keckler said…
Good Afternoon, Marcus.

I too have a chapbook fetish.

In the spirit of noisy self-promotion lol...I will try to promote my coinage for "a lover of chapbooks" I am working out the correct choice of word...I vacillated for a while but finally settled on "libellophile" (from "little book" in Latin and the obvious ending).

Yes, libellophile sounds better, because with the -philiac ending of course one thinks of the "unnatural attraction" aspect more, as in necrophiliac or coprophiliac.

So libellophile it is.

Now that we have improved the English language...

I probably have three hundred chapbooks in this room alone. And I probably have about fifty favorites.

I don't have any by you though yet!

Send me one sometime.

Note noisy shameless attempt to mooch paper now.
postpran said…
three hundred chapbooks in your room. AHHHHHHH. A paradise. I once had a chapbook but it got lost in the shuffle between countries. I need to get a nice chapbook. And of course I would love to send it to you. I would love to be in that paradise of chapbooks.

How do you ever leave that room???

viva la libellophiles !!!

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