Friday, January 8, 2021



Normally you know


day it is there’s a

rhythm to things

but I didn’t know until

I saw

the Times section this morning

that said

Weekend Arts

that it was Friday.

When I was little

we’d get to have fish sticks.


Here’s a 60-minute video talk, an excellent one, about the upcoming-in-April six-hour Ken Burns PBS documentary on Ernest Hemingway. One of the participants in the discussion is the editor of the new Library of America collection which I bought, actually ordered and had sent to me in this virus time, from an independent bookstore here and feel lucky to have:

Thursday, January 7, 2021

Wednesday, January 6, 2021

I just got an email from a woman who would stop and talk to me when I held my sign. She wondered if I was still going there with the sign. I wrote back that I’m not because there’s unlikely much foot traffic there. I said I wouldn’t really want to take the subway every day now anyway. I said I’m itching to get back there with the sign. Literacy didn’t get talked about in the campaigns or in the street protests these past months. I think the issues they raised can’t be seriously addressed without addressing that.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021



I had tea yesterday.

I have many boxes 

of it

trying to be one of 

those people.

Sunday, January 3, 2021

Yesterday I walked over to the Strand bookstore. It takes 15 minutes at the most. I had time till the college football games came on on my iPad at 4:00. I don’t have a TV. My parents didn’t really watch TV. The big console TV was in the living room and nobody hung in there. I went to Strand to see what I could see that might jump off a table into my hands. Something always does. Yesterday it was a thin paperback. $6.95. The Hatred of Poetry by smart young poet guy Ben Lerner. I also got a little Moleskine 2021 planner/calendar notebook. There was a line outside and a store clerk manning the door letting us in when it seemed right.