Monday, May 31, 2004

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.