every fortran is desirable and necessary.  
p. 347 a manual for manuel

i like this guy, especially the first poem.

no cigarettes for over a month!!  (except for all night dancing in brooklyn, but we won’t talk about that.)  i think if i only steal smokes when i’m out it will be okay.  i guess it helps to never go out anymore.  well falalalala..la..la..la..la happy birthday to me.

 momasita bonita in gingham.  bonita petronzio is a fancy name to live up to.

 before they had me

 i remember always looking at the boy with the scarf in that picture when i was little

and i remember that lanky mouse with the sweet serious face and long legs

i just reread about an hour ago this cortazar quote which doesn’t make a lot of sense out of context (or in context, logically at least), but which i wrote down on a scrap of paper years and years ago and instantly on reading it felt the same way i felt the first time i’d read it which was just all electric and like i heard its words all on the other side and it says ”something like, be careful when you jump, or it’s full of broken glass up here, can’t you see it shining?’ b had left me a lil note earlier in the week on a scrap of cardboard which warned ‘don’t listen to the other side..’  but i didn’t listen to that don’t listen.

in julio cortazar’s interview with lucille kerr etc., he mentions hearing things with ‘that inner ear that is at work in writing,’  and he states:

Lorca (I am quoting from memory) defined
himself as “a wounded pulse that stalks things from
the other side.” That other side of things, those soft
clocks in the time of man, those stone clouds of
Magritte, those nude girls in the railroad stations
of Paul Delvaux-and the Snark, don’t forget the
Snark that turned out in the end to be a Boojum:
there you have a synthesis of the attitude that leads
me to write within a perspective of total fracturing
of what is conventional, what is fixed, always looking
for certain doors and, above all, certain exits. p. 39 Diacritics

reading this interview is making me want to write all night.  now that i have stolen t’s password for the college’s online criticism for teachers i will be unstoppable heh..it’s actually sort of freaky how much i missed reading this crap from back when i was still a student..looking into graduate programs with a, which are really just a joke and waste of money, but so’s everything anyway..do i really need to pay someone to give me a formal excuse to spend more time writing, though?  maybe i wouldn’t feel so guilty about it if i didn’t lose whole days in the process, and have to make up excuses for work as to where i went..