I turn 39 today. Am happy to entertain your wish lists (or those of your
friends and associates) for rare volumes of poetry and literary magazines.
Or uncommon etcetera in any field.
Must now depart for the purported world's capital (I can remember when it
was a sleepy southern city), where I'm being treated to a film set in
Bucharest in 1911 about the clash between early cinema and established
theatre, followed by the Brazilian national dish.
Barry Alpert
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