Thwarted

I keep wanting to do a lengthy post on doings and narratives and pics, but frankly wifi is shit and I am thwarted. Suffice to say my birthday was awesome, I hit a new decade and am still waiting to feel like a real adult, Happy Solstice to all, there have been gossipy exchanges with bookdealers, and last night I had a terrifying dream about cowboys and aliens and rare books. Also I think I say "fuck" more than most librarians but less than some dealers, and I think this means something but I don't know what.

Also, here's an untitled poem scribbled during this morning's plenary session:

Paper and paper and paper,
Mountains of paper, reams of paper,
Words of trees and songs of pulp,
And sirens of ether, sounding in the distance!

More anon.