I’ve been trying to wean myself off the nefarious Amazon, and it’s going pretty well. They do remain an excellent source for books that my local bookstores are just never going to have. Like an unabridged copy of Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage. I’ve only ever seen excerpts, but the whole thing is definitely worth a read. Byron goes for long stretches apparently forgetting what this poem is even about, just riffing on everything that crosses mind. […]
I’d like to say something about Langston Hughes, but I’ve got nothing that hasn’t been said before. He’s awesome. This is for those of us who have to go back to work tomorrow.