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Tuesday, April 1, 2008 10:43 AM

Just letting you know… there is a futon available for you next week at my place…

Monday, March 31, 2008 10:07 PM

This is my main problem with all “experimental” poetry—that it merely
plays, and needs to do something else than play, or take play further. I guess I also think that
people need to write more about each other. Not necessarily as critics, but out of investment, and
genersoity, and genuine concern for each other’s wellfare and work.

Monday, March 31, 2008 9:31 PM

[from here on out as an experi8ment, I’ve decided to keep all typos in my email, and not rewrite anything to show you how bad my typing/grammar is without revision]

Sunday, March 30, 2008 1:18 PM

Wishing I had something more substantial to impart right now, except that I am thinking of you among the darkness of the stacks however bright the day is

Sunday, March 30, 2008 1:18 PM

Civilized! I think that’s what I kept thinking… how we were playing “civilized,” but were really still these animals.

Saturday, March 29, 2008 4:49 PM

I love blackouts. I always feel closer to people during them, and in emergencies and technological failures generally. You wrote some other emails to me so I think I am going to try to respond to these now too.

Friday, March 28, 2008 3:52 PM

I digress, but my point was to highlight the importance of empathy, and also
maintaining empthay’s limits, keeping them in play, as the play of the extents to which anyone can
be with anyone, ever.

Friday, March 28, 2008 3:52 PM

But at the end of the day at least there’s deadpan and there’s you, and there’s the sublime and
awe and the “real” we are both given to. And maybe the real will call the shots one day after all

Friday, March 28, 2008 1:22 PM

oh well. pray for the haters!

Monday, April 30, 2007 7:11 PM

Have fun being an artist and not an ant like me for a while. Boring books are so necessary. Thank goodness for boredom!