Sporadic reading. No notation. Too much job induced reading. Too little time.

Today...
East Slope, Su Shi, translated by Jeffrey Yang.
the Straits, Kristin Palm.

Sometime in the past few months...
I've had the Grand Piano, part 5, on my desk for months. Seem to have noted each time the single initial letter and then a line was used instead of the first name. Wondering also about what is true and not about this from Steve Benson, "Today's young white-collar poets seem to know something I did not." p. 76.

Yesterday...
Pulled out Erin Moure's O Cidadan for a footnote for an article I am working on and fell in love with it again.

Day before yesterday...
Good essay: "On the Phenomenology of Giant Puppets: Broken Windows, Imaginary Jars of Urine, and the Cosmological Role of the Police in American Culture" in David Graeber's Possibilities: Essays on Hierarchy, Rebellion, and Desire. "Cops hate puppets. Activists are puzzled as to why." An anthropologically influenced essay that is somewhat on the conventions of protest.