Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Intellectuals pouring into the street.
I've done gone and got myself an honest-to-truth job. For a while, anyway. I start tomorrow. It feels like the night before the first day of school. I hope they have good lunch.
I set up the drum set for the first time in . . . more than three and a half years. And wow, was I rusty! I'm sure the downstairs girls loved it, hearing all my missed beats and skipped cymbals
But the best thing that's happened recently, other than some fine progress in STFL, is that I found a great book last week -- Carl Rakosi's Collected Poems. It's brilliant. I love getting those lost, little books that the literary establishment doesn't even realize exist. I wish I could add some Rakosi here, but he indents so much -- in nearly every poem -- that I couldn't bring myself to scandalize the man. If there was one poet I could meet right now, it would be Rakosi.
I set up the drum set for the first time in . . . more than three and a half years. And wow, was I rusty! I'm sure the downstairs girls loved it, hearing all my missed beats and skipped cymbals
But the best thing that's happened recently, other than some fine progress in STFL, is that I found a great book last week -- Carl Rakosi's Collected Poems. It's brilliant. I love getting those lost, little books that the literary establishment doesn't even realize exist. I wish I could add some Rakosi here, but he indents so much -- in nearly every poem -- that I couldn't bring myself to scandalize the man. If there was one poet I could meet right now, it would be Rakosi.
