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a bit of paradise

I found a bit of paradise yesterday.

First, a very cool feast at an Iranian restaurant with my former student from Iran named Ben. Sauces and yogurt drinks and all kinds of amazing bbq'ed meat. Carpets on the ceiling and wall.

Second, cool exhibition of Felix Topolski called Topolski Century. Overground trains shook above us while looking at murals from the 20th century. He was everywhere in the 20th century. Amazing work.

Third, the poetry library on the firth floor of the Royal Albert Hall. Treasures galore! I wanna live in that place. Small press wonders from the 1960's and beyond! Also a balcony with a view of the Thames and Big Ben. It doesn't get any better!

Bummer is you can only check out four items. I borrowed:

1) John Wieners The Hotel Wentley Poems (1st edition)

2) A Bernadette Mayer Reader

3) A Secret Location on the Lower East Side (all about the small presses in the 1960-1980)

4) Memorial Day by Ted Berrigan and Anne Waldman (Aleos Books 1971)

One day I want to start collecting my books again. But alas, I am on the move. Really nice to have this amazing resource in London.

Today was uneventful. Off to get bread, cheese, coffee and other essentials then maybe some Six Feet Under.

Not ready for Monday. But who is????


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