I found this yesterday in, I’m guessing, the book that I bought there in the spring of 2001.
A little research shows it closed some time after moving from Montague St in Brooklyn Heights to Smith St in Brooklyn.
(Full series here.)
18,628 days
78: Nat’l Parks (Great Smoky Mtns)
79: 50 (Grass Stain)
A poem sequence I wrote in the late ’90s has just appeared in the newest Otoliths.
This morning, I went inside a bookstore for the first time since January 2020. I picked up part of an online order, I browsed, and I bought a few more books. It was almost normal.
And, of course, I grabbed a pinch of bookmarks.
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A very old poem of mine, called Elegy, was published today in the “inaugural expo” of Cool Rock Repository. It’s so odd to think that this poem is finally seeing the light of day after living in my files for nearly thirty years.
77: United States of Letterpress (Erin Beckloff)
78: Nat’l Parks (Great Smoky Mtns)
🔗 Building Ages in NL “A Dutch data engineer wanted to find out the age of the building his son lives in and ended up creating a map, visualising the age of all of the Netherlands’ 10 million or so buildings.” (via)
My father was born in a house built in 1905.
1977:
2018:
76: Kraft (graph)
77: United States of Letterpress (Erin Beckloff)
The last post is up in my poetry mini interview.
It’s the shocking season finale!
To save our gang’s favorite hang-out from foreclosure, I must perform a thrilling leap on water skis over a shark tank. And in the audio commentary, I talk about what I’m currently working on.