Saturday, August 08, 2009
Keyed-up wide-eyed but polite guy with neck tattoos wants to talk to me:

KUWEGWNT: How long's this bookstore been here?

CJB: About ten years.

KUWEGWT: Yeah, I've been in prison for ten years, so that's about right.

[Wanders around]

KUWEGWT: I've got a lot of cool books. I was in San Francisco, back in the day, when the Height was closing down. This one bookstore, I broke into it. Got a lot of good stuff there, yeah. [LOST IN MEMORY] Haven't seen that stuff again.

CJB [TOTALLY AT A LOSS AS TO HOW TO CONTINUE CONVERSATION]: Yeah, some of that small press San Francisco stuff wasn't widely distributed here in Canada.

KUWEGWT [NODDING]: Yeah, man. yeah. You have yourself a good night!
The cat goes out, comes in. In darkness. Tenative sleep. Grey cloud and cooler. Scratches at the second-floor window. Out, in. Until dawn.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Jeff Wall, Hillside, Ragusa, 2007
Wednesday, August 05, 2009

The author in repose, protected from late night rodent assault by sophisticated organic weapons system.

(Photo courtesy L.)
Sunday, August 02, 2009

Barbara Mason, You Better Stop It

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