…box of old magazines, purged from my immediate eyeshot.
More empty space. How many magazines are there? How many in this place? I feel like I am hauling bodies downstairs. Probably 100 pounds of paper tonight, hundreds pounds more last week.
Opened a Robert Creeley book to a good Creeley poem. Creeley at his best is Creeley at his best. Creeley at his worst is Creeley at his worst. That is a Creeley poem right there, a Creeley poem.