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Reading on a Train
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Submitted By Paul Deppler, 09 May 2008 | 2008 13

"At first, she was unable to read. To begin with she was bothered by the bustle and movement; then, when the train started moving, she could not help listening to the noises; then the snow that beat against the left-hand window and stuck to the glass, and the sight of a conductor passing by, all bundled up and covered with snow on one side, and the talk about the terrible blizzard outside, distracted her attention. Further on it was all the same; the same jolting and knocking, the same snow on the window, the same quick transitions from steaming heat to cold and back to heat, the same flashing of the same faces in the semi-darkness, and the same voices, and Anna began to read and understand what she was reading. Annushka was already dozing, holding the little red bag on her knees with her broad hands in their gloves, one of which was torn. Anna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was unpleasant for her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people's lives. She wanted too much to live herself. When she read about the heroine of the novel taking care of a sick man, she wanted to walk with inaudible steps round the sick man's room; when she read about a Member of Parliament making a speech, she wanted to make that speech; when she read about how Lady Mary rode to hounds, teasing her sister-n-law and surprising everyone with her courage, she wanted to do it herself. But there was nothing to do, and so, fingering the smooth knife with her small hands, she forced herself to read."

~Anna Karenina. Book I, chapt. 29. Translation, Pevear/ Voloshonsky.

Ground Beef and Quirtz
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 08 May 2008 | 2311 25

Returned home to write a few more lines of this sort:
Erntol swept the thunder dust into his atomizer tray and touched up the sagging Tri Neb with an ad hoc smattering of star plaster and Bega chunks. Then the twin moons of Golgoth struck, sending their heat wave over the Naptha Jet: this signalled the “O’ Clock” and time for lunch...
Erntol then travels to a nearby planet for his favortie meal of Som-Soms and Quirtz, and it happens that this planet very nearly resembles the one we were discussing earlier: the people, though technologically advanced, are all hunting-and-gathering types and have no buildings at all save for a single mega complex where an abundance of foodstuffs and dry articles and useful technologies are stored. (It is a strange fact of the Erntol Universe that many planets are named after obscure historical personages, like the elementary schools in the U.S. today; and this one, called Hal Booker Davis, follows that pattern.) Sorry to say, several especially distrustful nomadic groups have lately banded together for the purpose of storming the mega complex, and this is to interpose a serious obstacle between Erntol and his Quirtz.

Now doing 'word work' and studying for a sort of food-preparer's exam, familiarizing myself with, for example, the proper internal temperature of beef... In idle shop moments, reading Joseph Campbell these days --his interview with Bill Moyers.

Some Are Born To Sweet Delight
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 08 May 2008 | 0101 09

Seem to have lost my way and am not sure what to attempt. Johnny North, as if sensing this, has recommended having a discussion in this forum of the movie Dead Man, which sounds really good, so I'm pencilling that in for May the 23rd, if that suits. No cajolery, but if anyone should wish to watch and talk about a movie around then, they're welcome to.

These lines from a William Blake poem occur in Dead Man, by the way:
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
(The movie's lead character is named William Blake. The full poem can be found here.)

Burmese mangrove disappearance
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By holly, 07 May 2008 | 0909 13

read this today on the role of the mangrove in Myanmar area and the result of its disappearance.

Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 06 May 2008 | 2109 43

Can they find out, what it read. Is it somewhere, what I did. Is it hidden, I have touched. Is it PPPWET?

I'm Going to have to get her a new one. The Old man told me PPPWet. The old man told me: get in the box.

Old in the closet and old in the sweater box.. Old: was hit by an accident, never did I push.... never did I PUSH, DO I PUSH THE BOX! ....

Commutations of Rage
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 05 May 2008 | 0101 08

Then there's a deus ex machina type situation where a letter bomb arrives (blackberry enclosed) and in order to keep it from detonating Margrum has to type a message very quickly with the proper punctuation. Higgs takes the opportunity to lord his superior knowledgeableness over Margrum, not only pointing out each of the missing marks but giving the reason for each one and saying "apposition" quite a few times. Problem is that, even after the message has apparently been typed correctly, the bomb continues ticking and seems poised to go off. Higgs, apoplectic, insists "the bomb is wrong", but offers no further suggestions; so that Margrum is compelled to employ his reflexes once again: he throws the letter back in the box, puckishly lifts the delivery flag up, and tackles the fear-rooted Higgs into the safety of a nearby ditch.

It is unclear what lesson is to be drawn from this episode (had the message in fact been typed correctly? Will purveyors of authority ever be baffled by still great authorities?) yet Higgs' confidence in his ability to punctuate is, for a long time, shaken. "I was a fool to have been mad at you Margrum," he says, "I'd be lost without your erratic idiom." The other pats him friendily but doesn't speak. He's gazing wildly at the demolished box.

Summer Repeal of the Gas Tax
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 03 May 2008 | 2311 20

What do you imagine Clinton was thinking about this?

The Old Man Knew What a Mouse Pad Was
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 02 May 2008 | 2008 25

The old man was using the mouse on the flat part of the computer. He complained of the wandering cursor. The old man was advised to use the touch pad instead. The old man was advised to purchase a mouse pad and also told what that was. The old man said he knew what a mouse pad was. He expressed he hadn't played solitaire in ages. He complained of the wandering of the cursor. He expressed that, gradually, this was growing familiar.

Comma Problems
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 02 May 2008 | 0707 58

The latest conflagration between Margrum and Higgs had to do with the placement of commas. Higgs was something of the view of Karl Kraus that a misplaced comma was a sort of “gateway drug” that led inexorably to moral depravity. Once you were careless with commas, you were careless with everything, and ultimately with the things most important.

Margrum was more of the view that commas were a form of decoration –here, there, whatever “looked right”, whatever “felt right”. None of it bore any resemblance to how he actually thought or spoke, so what did it matter? Writing was communication --an especially perverse form of it-- and in the end you knew what he meant.

The battle (inspired by a play of Margrum's that he'd asked Higgs to read -- probably in the expectation of receiving unvarnished praise) grew so furiously intense that soon the two were not speaking to each other. Margrum refused to leave his hut; Higgs barricaded himself in his office; and knowledgeable parties began to whisper that the partnership was over at last.

Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 02 May 2008 | 0101 28

I ran across the track,
the planks rumbled beneath;
a dog met another dog
behind the dog park fence.

April 29th
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 01 May 2008 | 1212 03

Otherwise, spent much of the day abed, resting, concluding Sot Weed Factor. Attempted, did not achieve, post on "blog models" --what were the examplars of blogs, as I thought? "Assuming we know what a blog is, what did we think a blog could most be?" I've always fancied the style of Things Magazine, in which hyperlinks are frequently used as a form of punctuation, the use of these things ("/") too... Attempted, did not achieve, post on indigenous peoples: not only Sotweed but Typee and Jim Jarmusch's Dead Man has gotten me thinking about it. Finally some "word work" and, on Room's, the rocket man garb.... Feeling the need to watch Dead Man again. (I appreciated, among other things, the way it had been cut.)

Why Am I Making a Check Out To You?
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Submitted By Paul Deppler, 01 May 2008 | 1111 34

I drew a stick figure of a woman with a protruding hand which looked like it could be “giving someone the finger” (or just waving a finger) and beneath it put in block letters the caption, “I would never steal from your store.” I then drew beneath that a stick figure of a man with an eggish head, mustaches and glasses, sitting at a desk and writing something. Beneath him was the caption, “Why am I making a check out to you?” These were drawings I'd made of a dream that morning. I would look at them sometimes throughout the day.

Today's been a bit weird. I've been thinking of the floor cleaning tips I read up on bestcheapvacuum.club. You might be wondering why I consider this weird. Now, if you know me, you'll immediately agree with me because you'll remember I hate cleaning and decluttering. LOL. Looks like I'm turning on a new leaf.

Gray and Dry
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Submitted By Paul Deppler, 30 April 2008 | 0101 26

In March Vester shed his leaves and the vines weakened and fell from his stem. No longer was he calling the gardener, no longer did he ask for his soil to be turned, no longer did he stand for whole days in the shower; and, removing his feet from the pot at last, he was less frequently wheeled to the green house. The soil grew gray and dry around him, he did not attempt to break into the garden, his eyebrows and eyelids left him.

John Fowler and Bob Tens did what they could but Vester spoke in fevers of a final solution. “I have been a Snickers, I have been a plant,” he said, “now both of you go see Stoamses and tell him the final stage of development has come.'”

Oak and Vine
Special From Our Own Correspondent
Submitted By Paul Deppler, 28 April 2008 | 2311 37

Was stunned to come across this passage in The Sotweed Factor the other day -- another one for the list of Elm and Ivy mentions:
He endeavored to push her aside in order to get at the cowering poet, but she clung to him like a vine upon an oak, so that he could only hobble across the parlor.
True to say, this is oak and vine, not ivy and elm, but the same concept would seem at work. (Full list here). Below are renewed efforts at "sententiae' after the long model trailblazed by A.T. I'm now thinking of the form as a sort of syllabically unhindered haiku, or very short story; and, while the first was a success to my thinking --the second, okay-- the third and the fourth remain stuck in the queue.

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Burnside Project from networks, circuits, streams, harmonies (2003)
Cue The Pulse To Begin.
from parachutes in your hands (2004)
You Only Call.
Synchronized Spinning.
Lex Pocket (2003)
The Science Of Reading.
Public Service Announcements
PSA 1.
PSA 2.
PSA 3.
PSA 4.
PSA 5.
The Bessle Brothers, from Sessions (2002)
Right Of The Decimal.
from Live At Carnegie Hall (2003)
Our Love Is Like A Wire.
The Mendoza Line, from Lost in Revelry (2002)
A Damn Good Disguise.
What Ever Happened To You?.
The Way Of The Weak.
from Fortune (2004)
It's A Long Line (But It Moves Quickly).
Let's Not Talk About It .
Metro Pictures.
Throw It In The Fire.
Hide The Knives (2003)
A Clear Midnight.
the SOME EXHAUST ep (2004)
2X Nowhere.
Dear Diary.
I'm In Love With My Best Friend.
Little Big Heart.

 The CohortThe Mendoza Line, a band.
The Double-Tongued Word Wrester, a lexicographical rescource.
Bar/None Records, a record label.
Misra Records, a record label.
Elk City, a band.
Future of Music Coalition, a music industry organization.
Akashic Books, a book-seller.
honey, a movie.
Weather Records, an art gallery.
Source of The Leak, under construction.
PLANTS, an interdisciplinary study.
Union Herald, a blog.
WOT, a blog.
Suburban Turmoil, blog.
 Reading on a Train 
Ground Beef and Quirtz 
Some Are Born To Sweet Delight 
Burmese mangrove disappearance 
Commutations of Rage 
Summer Repeal of the Gas Tax 
The Old Man Knew What a Mouse Pad Was 
Comma Problems 
April 29th 
Why Am I Making a Check Out To You? 
Gray and Dry 
Oak and Vine 
Stuck Bathroom Door 
Kneeling Bus 
morning sights 
Erntol, Space Custodian, Suffers the Mount Power Crowding 
The Plant Son 
Day of the Boar 
Quick Google Search 
True Smirk 
Defecit Spending 
What Will Drive You Out of Your Soup Kettle? 
Camel, child, fasces, weeping 
Cobweb Lawn 
"The fact is..." 
Over the Net 
12 April 
Skill with a Wrecking Ball 
Supplemental Plants 
Appeal To Reason 
A Helping Hand 
Mahler 2 
Revel band 
4 April 
Bellow, Herzog and The Reivers 
Liberry for Library 
Good Afternoon 
Inverse Relations 
What a change! 
Tatoos Evaluated 
Basura Bash 
Growing, growing 
words on a page 
"equals greater than equals" sign 
Prince of Love 
Well Paved Soils 
Sandwich of Troy 
Definitions of Will 
Tatoos Evaluated 
Anger Builds Against Pyramid Man 
The Vacated 
Shapes Not Possible in World 
To A.T: the needed weight 
Rooms and Attire 
Abandoned Fruits 
Savage Beach 
To D.H.: is roundness a learnable attribute? 
A round smiling face 
Saint Patrick has a Festival 
Away for a Week 
Delicious Som-soms 
Thurg and Tyl 
An Encounter 
The Six 
Little black book of F. 
Red and Black Masks 
Suffering Higgs 
The men in the alley 
Thoughts on Mt. Poe 
Causation for the Skewer of the Particles of K 
You have not the virtue to speak 
Poetry and Dialectic 
Rocking the bloat 
The Quality of Government 
The Full Statement 
Exile of Bilby 
The Source Is Not In The Wires 
Negative Function 
Questions About Davis 
Reading Aloud 
Woke to a freezing room 
sitting down 
Giving blood and taking an apple 
Room at Aunt's House 
Mao then woke in a trance 
straw poll 
case of the lost poet 
url days 
spastic entry 
highlights from staff meeting 
around the corner post 
pulp fiction 
in banyou 
The King is a Thing 
what the source says 
New Records 
the nose/ nothing pairing 
Unmanaged Beaurocracy 
Military Training 
husbands dominating wives 
Margrum and Higgs 
great southern shift 
Miss Crawford on the clergy 
Tight-fitting pants/ attire 
flower problem (2) 
Nothing Progress 
Wrong Albert! 
Faulkner on Very Cold 
mark antony mentions 
New Year's resolutions for 2008 
immortal unsentient demanding ancient meat 
Poofing/ poufing 
Conscience of a Liberal 
Yunnan Baiyao 
Christmas at the shop 
firepower and softpower 
bob on burgundy, blues 
relief at being jilted 
Rooms and Attire 
Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 5, sc. 1 
bread package details 
shadows of what is not 
problems with the winter's tale 
Nothing, form, feeling and shape 
nothing in Shakespeare's life 
A Character of Mythic Proportions 
primrose in winter 
eclogues 5 
Ron Paul and the Fed 
Odds and Ends, II 
saturday morning 
Tamarisk in the Iliad, basic points 
King Lear's Coronet/ yep... more darnel 
Nothing in The Merchant of Venice 
Much ado? 
A row of things 
Watch my stories 
my stories are on 
Wierd Discoveries 
prey on nothing that doth seem as dead 
The Rose 
Plants Update/ the 'hundred record collection' 
Annointing of Saul 
Two hypthotheticals/ Foreign debt 
Unconscious Action 
fiasco del dressing 
Brace yourselves... 
Johnny Hartman's "Today" 
Cunning of Plants 
activation charges 
Per(r)ita Perdita 
More on filial disloyalty 
Oaks and pecans 
i had not seen freedom(or france) before.. 
Meeting San Antonians, One Sale at a Time- i.b 
Meeting San Antonians, One Sale at a Time- i.a 
giving evidence against one's father 
On not turning the other cheek 
On not correcting others 
the unleaking sack 
A Bower In The Arsacides 
dead blank 
Goodbye Madeleine 
Media Bias in the 2000 Election 
Conversation about poetry 
Former employees: Evan Mailing 
Lord David Cecil 
farewell to all my greatness 
To save the world 
Elaborate dinners 
Worst man ever 
Romans and Parthians 
New word 
If a genius has self-doubts... 
Night of Henry the Sixth 
watering can 
Boon makes his escape 
You Will See William 
Ireland, 1822 
Tamarisk song 
Open Letter to Doctor Life 
Moving The Rolffus 
In nothing do men more nearly approach the gods than in giving health to men.   ~Cicero 
happy days 
Tuesday dialogue 
In nothing do men more nearly approach the gods than in giving health to men.   ~Cicero 
No Shrinkage 
Monday dialogue 
current see 
Incomplete Week 
Wrong Place, Wrong Time - Friday 
My Experience with Meditation this week 
let's make friday our final effort 
Wrong Place Wrong Time - Thursday 
At the Lake 
Wednesday Meditation 
Wrong Place, Wrong Time - Wednesday 
Tuesday - Wrong Place, Wrong Time.   
Path to the Lake 
Tuesday meditation 
Awkwardness at the Botanical Gardens 
Monday Meditation 
customer profile 
Vine and Elm 
On Becoming a Regular 
Partial Dream: A Couple of Birds 
Four Men 
Updated Dream Data Base 
Stillwell Ave. 
Ordered books 
Animals of Kansas 
Crab mentions 
mine eyes have seen the return of robert e lee 
Crabs in Ruins 
pretty good reputation 
TVs in Church 
'tis of thee i sing 
Memories of my sister 
a dream in which I snap 
The Two-week purge 
memories prompted similar.. 
recent memories 
Returning a lost purse 
Fairfield Porter 
porch decor 
Invasion of Gallipoli 
where does The End come from? 
featured screen great 
A Midsummer Night's Dream 
Grant Barrett's daily word emails 
Two Recent Thoughts 
work with the ancient cosmologies 
Concerning the present sensation in my head 
Regarding Boredom 
plant of steel 
 it wasn't what went into a man that mattered but what came out 
Follow-up: subsequent incidents of the other morning 
dogs on the run 
What happened then 
A day in some ways unusual, in some ways not. 
cakes i have made in my two good shoes 
questions that I asked today 
Budding Mad Scientist 
Flowers I Have Seen 
I've been dreaming of dwarves 
And here are some names that I know 
Why the Faithful and Obedient are Better Bakers 
celebrity sightings in my dreams multiply as of late 
Unremarkable Fantasy of March 22 
Strange Legislation of March the Twenty-first 
A Summer Job, continued 
Ill-Considered Opinions of Tuesday, March the Twentieth 
A Summer Job at the Plant Nursery 
A Dreamy Smile 
'Delirium of the Brave', part 3 
'Delirium of the Brave' part 2 
'Delirium of the Brave' 
Randomly Considered Remarks - Fri Mar 16. late edition 
fleurs de despair 
Under Construction 
for love and not rhyme 
As When phrases 
Mountain Cedar 
Mulberry Trees 
ice ice 
Your Favorite Books Growing Up 
and a late answer for anne.. 
something soothing  
A Remarkable Similarity 
alone in the manse 
Rhett Responds (with apologies) 
with apologies, scarlett's lament 
The Mulberry And The Rose 
Going to bed at a reasonable hour 
How I Ruined a Perfectly Good Night for Jerry Lee Lewis and his Band...and Survived 
No Beef - Friday Night Special 
Education of the Young - What would you recommend? 
State of the Union 
rhode island 1854 
Oxford, 1863 
what to do 
Odd Cleaning Habits 
Clean and Spandy Nice 
worst story 
The Monkey Chased the Weasel 
facts on the mulberry 
I Wore Yellow Dish Gloves 
No, I Will Not Take It, No! 
I Wore a Red Apron 
The Optimist 
Contents of My Purse 
it was halloween too 
Paul Bunyan 
dylan's partner 
Wall Flower 
Give It Up 
Shoe Makers 
Definitions From The Republic, Book IV 
dickens on shellfish 
Goodnight Anne 
Willie The Swallower 
an uprising in december 
cotton snow 
paper decor 
Diamonds: A girl's best friend? 
Just a thought... 
A Very Simplistic View from Afar 
sanitizer found safe 
A few questions 
a trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field 
The Secret 
Two of my son's "scary" dreams to relate 
The Colt-Adams Murder 
Global Sludge 
what i wore to prom:is it time for higher learning? 
all the little fishes in the deep blue sea 
what happens mentally when you edit a sentence 
in Modern Times, Casablanca has not ended 
calling all wordsmiths 
Palace of Language 
illumination, cast  away. 
What I Learned about Oxen at the Hamburg Fair 
world's biggest hole 
Letter from Honduras: San Pedro Sula y Copan 
Force Applicant 
clock like a customer 
iliad iii.383-420 
The Willard, Carrie Nation 
crab claws 
Dinner with Tom Cruise 
Open Letter To Clint Newman 
Open Response To Paul Deppler 
Open Letter To Clint Newman 
Charlie Horse 
Food in Treasure Chest 
Ernst Of Troy 
eleventh century latin verse 
Room for thought 
Dream Data Base 
From Latin "to illuminate" 
Afraid of Speaking 
Abraham Lincoln 
Fishing in the City 
The Presence of Bodies and a Large Band of Criminals 
under renovation 
A Dead Ringer for Kenny Rogers 
I Needed to Decide 
On a Lark 
Strangers in the House 
A Public Changing Room 
Snake, Gerbil, Cat and Two Others 
You Were Rilly Great 
Ted Kennedy 
In Very Black Ink 
We Were Lost 
Orange dresses 
Spilled Milk and Boarding School 
Tearing Down a Building 
I was one too 
dream in three scenes 
Dances with Boules 
It Seems To Be A Fire Hazard 
Hole For Father 
Vester and The Dragoon, Career Captain of The Coffee Guards 
Northern man 
Ninny Nanny Netticoat~finis 
A house full, a hole full 
Riddle me, riddle me, rot-tot-tote 
Arthur O'Bower 
from "Under A Threatening Sky" :1: 
No eels in nashville 
Nationalism in all it's ugliness 
I saw shapes 
grinder concluded 
Who picked the cities? 
notes on the diaries 
brief advanture 
excerpt rewrite 
PRODIGAL.a Parable 
I AM a snack 
Pierre Emmanuel, 1916-1984 
I Woke to A Freezing Room 
Arabian Nights & Days 
Michael Henchard's Will 
Left, right, center 
Wrong studs and a bad bend 
Steak, Cloves 
I don't know, because, your guess is as good as mine 
dream, letter, ornament, 
tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor 
goose at store, preparations, boys, fight, 
today, tomorrow, eternity 
Patience, Composition 
honey, copies, contact paper 
here, there, everywhere 
this, that, the other 
Transit, Manny's, Pants 
PS: I Hate You 
Nature's Rising- a List 
internal memo to market summit group: could I have an end to end on this 
Conference Call with FedEx:  an auto-collage 
Mysterious In Black 
1:05 PM, near interesection of walter reed/ four mile run 
8:07 PM, Listening to the Radio 
12:55 Pm, commute 
2:35 PM, In the hallway 
1:04 am, bedroom 
3:49 pm, on floor of chimney room 
11:44 am, on a back road 
shortly before 7 am, on my husband's side of the bed 
9:02pm, St. Giles-in-the-fields Church 
8:43 PM, Corner of Carmine & Bleeker Streets 
The Bottom is Out of the tub 
WORK HORSE. a Parable 
First Contact 
Scrolls Not Safe From Brand 
Tears- a play in one act 
Off Not To Alaska 
Belief in sun 
De La Forta Post Virus 
Swearing and Supperless the Hero Sat 
Last Thoughts On Hunter Thompson 
the surprise is waiting 
Snackification (i) 
Major Scandal! 
Why "Blue Monday" Is the Most Important Electronic Song Ever....Period 
Exit The Tiger: 
the translator 
Frieda Stark Cleans House 
Tour de Vorce 
“They’ll Inherit The Earth” 
Grammatical Figures 
I will never betray the intelligent among you 
His Iron Brown and Brown 
On Disatisfying Customers 
a few thoughts on massage 
Love, The Nature Of 
Standardized Tests 
From Hamlet, 1600 
Song of the Mad Cashier 
She Sent Her Latest Stack Down 
Mencken On The Use Of Honorifics In English 
Murray Leighter 
On Riding Elevators 
(21) The Arrival of Mr. Manne 
What Mencken Says About The Difference Between The American And English Usage Of The Word ‘Guy’ 
Crowd Week: I Cannot Escape the Sea 
On Living In Crowds: Are We Herd Animals? 
Selling Roses 
Undone by the Presence of a Crowd Attracted to My Repulsion of You 
Surviving The Sardine Can 
New Orleans Crowd Painting 
Thoughts About Crowds 
Crowd Week: An Invocation 
My Kidneys The Gravel Factories 
Don't Look At Me Looking At You Looking At Me 
Letter From India: Arrival in Delhi 
American Book Congress Time Line 
Rock And/Or Roll 
Weather Records Storefront Opening Declared “A Success” 
Notes Upon My Graduation 
A Few Notes Concerning Volleyball in the Park 
814 Manhattan 
Dispatch from General Seeds: Killing A Man Is Never Easy 
Cease and Desist 
The Manne Hoax 
Recent Acquisitions by the ABC Librarian 
Why Writers Write 
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