Now it is I, sweet man, wishing you the best. Always. JK

see also: Edmund White: a life in writing
Cranbrook and Romney
Edmund White, The Art of Fiction No. 105
Interview: Edmund White, Granta





Still the place
to look.
Get lost.
Find.

STRAND
NYC

Photos: KIRBY

OLENA KALYTIAK DAVIS Six Apologies, Lord
from The McSweeney’s Book of Poets Picking Poets, 2007. p29

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“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.”

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Digital publication doesn’t just look different from print publication, it is by nature less stable. The machines, operating systems, and digital rights management software we use to access e-books are constantly evolving, and so are the things we can do to them, how they were written and edited and encoded, what they hold in terms of media. Just like everything else, all that is digital eventually falls apart. And terms like “bit rot” and “link rot” may not resonate but they should.

If subscription models continue to take off, if libraries continue not to be able to buy permanent access to e-books for their patrons outright, if even the Library of Congress and archival repositories are unable to accession original e-books and save copies for posterity, we could lose something of great value. Imagine if nobody had saved original editions of the Gutenberg Bible or A Canterbury Tale or Don Quixote; how much less would we know about our literary heritage?

BARBARA GALLETLY, “In the Digtal Era, Publication Isn’t Preservation,” Digital Book World, May 17,2012.

see also: “Electronic communities build nothing. You wind up with nothing.”

Above: TOM PHILLIPS A Humument

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could you call me by my girl name?”

Join me as I facilitate tonight’s open book club
ANNABEL by KATHLEEN WINTER
OPL IROQUOIS RIDGE 7PM
FREE





DUANE MICHALS, Homage to Cavafy. Danberry, NH: Addison House, 1978.

Every book it’s story. This one I foolishly gave an unrequited—hopes it would offer some glimpse into my pining (alas, that never works). Finally, the book itself (my first love) has returned to me. It’s remains a great source of pleasure.

see also: “He was unaware that at the exact moment he removed his undershirt, his body had grown to its perfection. With his next breath, the moment had passed.”

and still, you catch the scent of solvent rising
from buried cells that ruled you as a boy.

Reblogged from Kirbs:

Thank you, Mr. President, for standing up for equality. Yours Truly, Pee-wee Herman-Clooney.

— Pee-wee Herman (@peeweeherman) May 10, 2012

* ‘presidential’