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CHASING LYNN I wish I could run like a new breed, the Lynn Lifshin Greyhound. Maybe I could catch her. I doubt it. I've been chasing her for 20 years. I'd like to be in one publication before she gets there. Fat chance. If they ever issue a Collected Lifshin it will make the collected Frank O'Hara look like a thin-paper pocket New Testament. Lynn is the not-so-mechanical lure who for 20 years kept me chasing her not for personal conquest but to leave her in my dust, in my ego-driven quest for some sort of loony personal glory. I suppose I try to vanquish time. But we know it's not going to happen. So at last I've quit running, Lynn. I don't care anymore. When I lose the final race the track owners, if they don't shoot me, will adopt me out to some nice family of greeting card writers who will take me on walks on the beach, and let me lay my snout on the couch watching Oprah. KTW/3-5-10 -- ---------------------------- Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com http://opensalon.com/blog/kenneth_wolman http://wearethecure.org/friends/cids-memory-p-394.html