I am reading with Rob Holloway, this Friday, 8pm onwards at The Leather Exchange, Leathermarket St, London Bridge. I have nothing left to say. Don't come or if you do don't pay any attention. Bad to Tase bellies potentially Rob-peckish but if you want to make an omlette you gotta say boo to a hen. Do you see what I mean? Argh.
Unfinished sequences. Currently include those about Andrew Duncan's, Emily Critchley's, & Simon Jarvis's things. Caveat on quotations. (1) The Blogger architecture collapses tabs & multiple spaces; it's possible to get around this – (& if you’re nice to him John Sparrow might tell you how?) – but it’s friction, I hardly ever bother with it. Quotations which have lost indents or other formatting are labelled “not sic” unless I’ve forgotten. (2) Stuff filed under 1999 is kinda my personal commonplace book for a POLITIX course, a.k.a. BUCKBUCK Courier Point (Hill House): 799999, so. (3) I often don’t proof what I type / paste in. Gotta dash for snax. Avant garde British poetry.Peter Philpott holds the answers.