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“‘Creeping about like an oyster,’ as Edith, never strong on natural history, pointed out.”

Hey I’M in a building on Newmarket

“My Hat” and “Weather” man

this is so and you may find yourself… living in a shotgun shack…! I’m having fun so far

LOVING Sara Baume’s nonfiction

on dyeing: “[Morris] suspected the workers at the dyers in Merton Abbey wanted to throw him in one of the vats of dye a lot of the time.” everyone is exasperated by Morris’ will but god I admire it

repaired my pajama pants this morning…. shoutout May Morris

I turned in my final portfolio so this was my reward and GIRL!!! I’m so giddy reading this!!! I’m going to eat it for lunch!!! oh my god!!!

“Peanut Butter”….. oh they’re too good

I got this out of the library to see my good friend Lee Fiora at the Ault reunion and I will read all the other stories but man. first one is a little too real

“This is the mind, sepia, color of dried blood.”

I just need like forty minutes to figure out how this is all gonna end for Charles but I have to wait until after this car ride with a bunch of cousins that are not my cousins at all godddd

Charles is an absolute terror. Loving this reading experience

this book is delicious and satisfying my need for a really sprawling messy life and meandering plot to follow, almost like Paul Murray’s debut where I have no idea what will happen next

she’s been calling him K for like 100 pages, why this paragraph Karius? what?

“La Vita Nuova”: The illusion of love / is no substitute / for the actual / experience of being a carpenter / which I have never / even considered being.

the records, yes, THIS is characterization that I want

Tara I fear I’m skimming some of this science stuff….. more character please

“I am mainly preoccupied with the world as I experience it, and at times when I would rather be dead the thought that I could never write another poem has so far stopped me. I think this is an ignoble attitude. I would rather die for love, but I haven't.”
ohhhhhh my god

It was founded by me after lunch with LeRoi Jones on August 27, 1959, a day in which I was in love with someone (not Roi, by the way, a blond). I went back to work and wrote a poem for this person. While I was writing it I was realizing that if I wanted to I could use the telephone instead of writing the poem, and so Personism was born. It's a very exciting movement which will undoubtedly have lots of adherents.

oh my god I’ve finished all the poems……. now onto PERSONISM: A MANIFESTO

“(It was he who took me and some other boys to the sea in Wales for a week. I think this was one of the most important and happy weeks I have ever spent. 'Happy' hardly expresses it. I was nearly insane with joy the whole time.)” oh I’m having so much fun with this

Ok Tara I’m liking all this algae and sea stuff so far but I fear I do need some more characterization of everyone to really get into it

what a run in 1962! Now “Lana Turner has collapsed!”

“favorites: going to parties with you, being in corners at parties with you, being in gloomy pubs with you smiling, poking you at parties when you’re ’down,’ coming on like South Pacific with you at them, shrimping with you into the Russian dressing, leaving parties with you alone to go and eat a piece of cloud”

“when we meet we smile in another language” Bill Berkson I am sick

“Biotherm (for Bill Berkson)” you’ll always be famous to me “I’m so so so so so so so so so so happy so happy I make you happy”

hope Bill Berkson knows I think about him every day too