Couple of months ago I posted about David Thomas offering living room concerts, yesterday I got pings from seven different cities in three different countries on David Thomas living room concerts. Go on, google that, I'm on page two. I believe this calls for a song:
Self-palimpsesting bastard, me. I've a PDF for each first and middle and last washes, the invasion, the occupation, the post-colonialization. The below is the above tablet page occupied, is how this tablet page invades the next tablet page. I never let the pages of a live poem go bone dry for seven days though I only PDF days one, four and seven. I tell myself, I'll remember that Day Two wash, don't clutter the hard-drive with six PDF a day (I'm working from both ends of tablet towards a middle that only exists physically), but of course I both do some and don't others. Driving Planet back to college today, plus ____________________________ and __________________________ and _______________________, none of the last three good. Can't blog about it, though I can write about it. More later, or not.
