It was a (very) rare sunny day. The bus to the most distant hospital I have to get to goes from a stop the furthest away. On the way home I got halfway down George Street and then had to sit. Luckily there’s an iron bench and I was able to both rest and observe the evening street traffic
Chain Of Title, by David Dayen The New Press
Gangster Warlords, by Ioan Grillo Bloomsbury
Amberianum, by Charles Bernstein… 66 copies made by No Press, Alberta, Canada.
Against Value In The Arts And Education, edited by Sam Ladkin, Robert McKay and Emile Bojesen Rowman
Near Miss Hit Me, by Buck Downs information from 18113 Burke Street,SE, DC 20003
Hieronymous Bosch, The Complete Works, by Stefan Fischer Taschen
No Art; Poems, by Ben Lerner Granta
Pitch Of Poetry, by Charles Bernstein University of Chicago
You Want It When?, by Buck Downs. information from 18113 Burke Street,SE, DC 20003
Short Course, by Ted Greenwald and Charles Bernstein Chax
Langue De Coton, by Michèle Cohen and Jean-François Goyet General information
Culebra, by Roberto Harrison Green Lantern
Bicycle, by Roberto Harrison Noemi Press
Le Cahier du Refuge number 250 CIPM Marseille
Sonnets (another 10) published by Face Press, Hoxton April 2016
Sonnets books 1 to 10 Printed in Cambridge, May 2016
Information about both Sonnets books should be gleaned from Ian Heames
A few moments ago Ken Lansdowne died. He was my oldest friend and, with his wife Pat, family forever. Born in Shoreditch, East London (well before it was polluted by “artists”) on Christmas day 1938; he died this morning in Deal, Kent. The stories are too many and, finally, nobody’s fucking business. This was the last time I saw Ken, he came to visit shortly before I went into hospital, almost two years ago. After that, neither of us could travel. A diamond. With Teddy yesterday, and Ken today, this June is working on being memorable.
…. our dear and old friend Ted Greenwald. Love and condolences to Joan and Abby.
The worst week for a long time. This is not the last time I saw Teddy; but it was the last time we sat across a table alone.
Read his books.
August 30, 1939, New York City –– June 16th, 2016, San Francisco.
Bill reading in London, 2007
A flicker of late night memories through almost 50 years. Bill always calm. warm, generous with time, information, gossip and in light. New York City, Bolinas, San Francisco, London. Mentally and physically courageous, too. Our deepest sympathy to Connie; to all Bill’s family.