During the break, there’s a nightmare where we go away. Go on a way for now. We’re on tv a lot. It’s a gen condition, but hushed up. On tv I have a family resemblance dilemma along with young poets and cohorts I encounter. We’ve been brought up in visual culture. And since it’s being archived, there are poets who affect me in lit-crit ways I will never let them in on or admit to, ways tied up with influences and emotions and, notable (notable on a paranoid scale, i.e.), I get it they may be viewing me in common, collateral ways.