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caitriI 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.
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.
