Friday night. A week drawing to a close. Indian stomach rumbles again from the buffet. Settling in with some ginger tea and reading some plays of Kenneth Koch collected in The Gold Standard. Leaning over bed in this small North London room to type on laptop which rests on a foldable chair.
Will return to Koch's play George Washington Crossing the Delaware very soon.
As we all know it is information overload. So much on the internet. Jacket 2. MFA programme grads. it is nice to hunker down with something like Kenneth Koch's collected and his plays. Focus attention.
Just ordered Philip Whalen's collected with parent's gift certificate for 37th birthday. Be here in a month or less. Whalen's and Koch and Padgett and Mayer are opening me up.
I am weighed by memories. So many lifetimes, identities, experiences, countries. I am finding writing as a way to let them go. See them as me and not me. That flickering between existing and not existing. In short, I am finding my…