...paint me on the background...

Friday night early evening seems a funny time to have a garage sale.

I bought Yevtushenko's poems for $1; vintage red earrings for $2. One for culture, the other for style. Now, instead of paper-writing I'm reading 60's era Russian poetry, and wishing the translation were better.

(Speaking of translation, Felstiner's of Paul Celan is a masterful capture. This was also read tonight.)