Awesome.         I finished two boxes.

        Work soon, taking the copy of Olson's Collected Prose

I found in Fayetteville.  There's blood on one of the pages, 

almost like a big stain from a bloody loogie.  

On a preface page.  Creepy.  I put clear tape

over the front and back of the page just to keep

from being creeped out.  It's amazing I've been

'stuck' on the same handful of writers--Olson, Duncan,

Guy Davenport, Ronald Johnson, Dahlberg, Zukofsky, 

Pound--since fall.             I'm usually not that focused.  

I hate Olson           but he's my man 

and I'm learning more from him           than anyone.  

But I hate him.                  The overfed misogynist ass.