Next novel and next collection of poetry, either one poet or an anthology, haven't found me since *Suttree* and I'm sidewaysier than normal so hunted and found angry links, feeding the sideways, links down below my left eye, here's my right eye, July 14, 2023 edition directly below
My right eye above had its painting tape ripped off and no longer exists but a facsimile does, scanned onto printer paper and cut to size and glued to the backside of what was my right eye and now is my left eye below to make a two-sided hexjeff, it’s not life but it’s not death exactly, yes?
Cheaper by a factor of four over Arches watercolor blocks, the bargain brand watercolor block is *far* superior creating texture when ripping of the painters tape than Arches, who knew? (fine metaphors abound) (these are watercolor, not gouache, watercolor leaks better (or worse depending on what you want) under painters tape than gouache, who knew)? Forgive me, I want to hand it to you to spin flip spin flip spin flip spin flip continue
Leaving for Maine week from this Sunday, not taking paint or blocks, eleven days of no eyes, no hexjeffs (though L of course will have both if my sidewaysier manic hasn't ebbed, please let it ebb, please don't make ebbing make me want to paint in Maine, Jeff). Maine - only guaranteed post: 5:15 sunrise over Seal Cove Pond and Bernard Mountain, Acadia. May a novel find me by that first sunrise. May my manic compulsion to link-document the worsening clusterfuck ebb in Maine too and rest of my life. May the temperature in Maine be in the 70s the weeks we're there like they will be next week when we're not there yet. May I develop teleporter powers to transport L and me to Mount Desert Island and then back home so I don't have to drive through Connecticut and Massachusetts. May you listen to this loud:
SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS #17