12.19.2004

misquoted

I pulled out of thick dust a slim volume of poetry by Rene Char [the poetry lives in perpetual insomnia] and the book opened to reveal a yellowing letter. I thought oh miracle poetry helps me retrieve old love notes...But it was from a friend too afraid to sign his name [like kgb would not guess]. He was discussing my telling him " the world belongs to the daring" like I used to be so bright to make such things up. But I never had such thoughts and this is an old latin adage that never guided me...Who the hell is [was] this friend too afraid to sign a letter when misquoting me..

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