John - are you still sewn into this list? I was reading the poems from
'Saccades' on Jacket (John Tranter's webzine), enjoying thoroughly, when
suddenly (during the second piece and as the screenload scrolled upwards)
your face lurched over the horizon like an elegant and rather
distinguished Chad. Most disconcerting. How am I supposed to avoid
regarding (fetishizing?) the author if he's bloody well staring me in the
face, virtually from between the lines of his poem? Strictly desirable?
At least you're not smoking or drinking muse tm whiskey. Nice hat,
k
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