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It was a (very) rare sunny day. The bus to the most distant hospital I have to get to goes from a stop the furthest away. On the way home I got halfway down George Street and then had to sit. Luckily there’s an iron bench and I was able to both rest and observe the evening street traffic

Chain Of Title, by David Dayen The New Press

Gangster Warlords, by Ioan Grillo Bloomsbury

Amberianum, by Charles Bernstein… 66 copies made by No Press, Alberta, Canada.

Against Value In The Arts And Education, edited by Sam Ladkin, Robert McKay and Emile Bojesen Rowman

Near Miss Hit Me, by Buck Downs information from 18113 Burke Street,SE, DC 20003

Hieronymous Bosch, The Complete Works, by Stefan Fischer Taschen

No Art; Poems, by Ben Lerner Granta

Pitch Of Poetry, by Charles Bernstein University of Chicago

You Want It When?, by Buck Downs. information from 18113 Burke Street,SE, DC 20003

Short Course, by Ted Greenwald and Charles Bernstein Chax

Langue De Coton, by Michèle Cohen and Jean-François Goyet General information

Culebra, by Roberto Harrison Green Lantern

Bicycle, by Roberto Harrison Noemi Press

Le Cahier du Refuge number 250 CIPM Marseille

Sonnets (another 10) published by Face Press, Hoxton April 2016

Sonnets books 1 to 10 Printed in Cambridge, May 2016

Information about both Sonnets books should be gleaned from Ian Heames

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Photo by Nicole Ball

A few moments ago Ken Lansdowne died. He was my oldest friend and, with his wife Pat, family forever. Born in Shoreditch, East London (well before it was polluted by “artists”) on Christmas day 1938; he died this morning in Deal, Kent. The stories are too many and, finally, nobody’s fucking business. This was the last time I saw Ken, he came to visit shortly before I went into hospital, almost two years ago. After that, neither of us could travel. A diamond. With Teddy yesterday, and Ken today, this June is working on being memorable.

Ken’s funeral. July 7th. 2016

…. our dear and old friend Ted Greenwald. Love and condolences to Joan and Abby.
The worst week for a long time. This is not the last time I saw Teddy; but it was the last time we sat across a table alone.
Read his books.

Poetry Foundation note

BILL BERKSON
August 30, 1939, New York City –– June 16th, 2016, San Francisco.

Bill reading in London, 2007

A flicker of late night memories through almost 50 years. Bill always calm. warm, generous with time, information, gossip and in light. New York City, Bolinas, San Francisco, London. Mentally and physically courageous, too. Our deepest sympathy to Connie; to all Bill’s family.

Note by Pat Nolan from Black Bart

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with Claude Royet-Journoud in Marseille

back in some day

thanks to Michèle Cohen

Just family stuff: photos and faster.