> Best Poet writes:
> My idea of misery is being impoverished, silenced and disappeared by military
> force. Also, running out of toilet paper at 3am.
>
Hah! A piker. It doesn't count unless youse is also out a napkins.
Apropos of misery, we used to have a stairwell to the basement made into a
pantry. We painted it yellow, strung it with round light bulbs, and made it a
shrine to Anna Akhmatova. Now there's a poet who is not interested in _self_
expression, but in the soul of another thing.
My idea of bliss is not thinking about myself.
AK
