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From: "Halvard Johnson" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, March 28, 2008 9:17 AM
Subject: Sonnet: On the Way to Gare St. Lazare
> Sonnet: On the Way to Gare St. Lazare
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> Missed my train and had to wait five minutes for the next one.
> Enjoyed a brioche with marmalade at the Irish pub.
> Planned a Japanese meal with Mike and the rest of the guys (and gals).
> Fell asleep briefly in a bar so dark one could easily fall asleep in it.
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> Learned to say "I need to have sex with you right now" in French.
> Got up late again this morning. Haven't been sleeping well.
> Met Georgina and that Corsican guy at the Louvre.
> Stayed inside because of the rain. All-day rain. Again.
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> Went to check emails. Nothing from home.
> Wandered over to the art school to meet my friends.
> Had another chocolat chaud. That must be thirty or so now.
> Started to catch up on my reading. Again. New book this time.
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> Got some food at a lovely restaurant with purple and red chairs.
> Sat inside, hopping outside to take photos.
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> Hal
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This has real ease and charm. That quality Tom Disch calls
"pococurantismo" - carefreeness - and which he thinks especially rare and
precious. --- I wonder if you know Jim Barnes's marvelous and little-noticed
book of poems called Paris (U. Illinois Press).
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