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Something About May

In my 1962 copy of Selected Writings of Gertrude Stein (I always wanted to be historical, from almost a baby on...), from the wondrousness of a bookstore in Madrid called Desperate Literature:

Sentences not only words but sentences and always sentences have been Gertrude Stein's life long passion.

Impossible not to think of Annie Dillard (If he had liked sentences, of course, he could begin...).  And from there, Billy Collins (If someone carves swans and animals out of soap, that person loves soap...).

And then, for me maybe because I'm me, Hemingway (All you have to do...), and Didion on Hemingway (...smooth rivers, clear water over granite, no sinkholes...), and Didion on Didion (Grammar is a piano I play by ear...).

Of course I've told you some of this before.  I go back to see where, and so I see when: two years ago, to the week.


[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Santo Spirito, Firenze]
[martedý 22 maggio 2018 ore 11:03:00] []

Belsoggiorno

I spent much of the weekend watching waves advance and recede across the kind of rockpools that make you miss David Attenborough.  Tracking the appearance and disappearance of an island on the Mediterranean horizon (the Gorgona, no relation though, to Medusa).  Reading Woolf on “How Should One Read a Book.”

Ritiro as in retreat.  Ritiro as in, I pull (back), again.  Ritiro too, as in another pull—of a joint or a pipe, a hookah, a sheesha, some such thing.  Another breath.  Inhale, again.



This included an afternoon with a wonderfully cool and collected gentleman by the name of Kerner.  But like the artist Blub, maybe Kerner is a woman.

An afternoon too, of writing some very many lines of what could have been a poem, if I had not, about three hours into it, hit some cryptically disastrous combination of keys on this damn tablet and caused all those little black letters to effervesce forever into whiteness.

(Also the second sunburn of my life.)

But look, look at what my working title was, for that poem:

Again.


[nightingaleshiraz] [?]
[Santo Spirito, Firenze]
[martedý 08 maggio 2018 ore 18:05:18] []