My mother liked the expression "much of a muchness," which means more of the same. So this new ruined book is more much of a muchness.
I loved the colors of W. Langdon Kihn's paintings from the 1950s, which then have a nice... More »
Two smaller projects have occupied me this spring, and this was the first, a study in cl-ASS-ic American literature.
This volume of Walt is just like the one I had when I first read Mr. Whitman, bound in grass-like green fibers.
That is, the book was... More »