Still we awaken in the morning
and Yesterday which should be one-half
our whole possibility is lost
in a common nostril so decayed, so cynical
it cannot smell the blood it lifts
and drinks, to all of us

(lines from 'The Biggest Killing', Ed Dorn)

...

feeling approximately a hundred years old today, a weird ache spreading through my shoulders & back, maybe the result of yesterday's tense 5-hour drive through solid rain & camion swish ...

... finish off Dyer's first novel Paris Trance (admire the way he decides to invert the ending sequence leaving things to peter out) then the remaining chapters of the Levinas introduction (increasingly doubtful as his Zionist politics come to the fore) & then cast around for another flavour. The Dorn slab invites ...

... I dutifully begin at the beginning & immediately get the bug. A great eye opener and ear opener - Prynne's phrase is bang on the money.