Saturday, May 5, 2012

a section deleted from Nothing appears at the newly relaunched Fanzine, concerning Joseph Cornell, Heather Christle, Joyelle McSweeney, and James Joyce: Hybrid Locations: Thoughts on Dreaming or Insomnia and Language

4 comments:

Cal A. Mari said...

This morning I woke up & was just laying there when this guy in one of those Mexican wrestler masks strolled in the room. I chased him down & jumped on his back & asked him how he got in & he said that i should've asked that before as this was the 15th time he'd broken in while i was sleeping. I asked him what he took & he said nothing & thinking about it i'd noticed nothing had been missing. I asked why he broke in & he didn't answer.

Was this you?

BLAKE BUTLER said...

yes and soon again one hopes

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