So when I was supposed to join in with a committee for a brilliant thesis, drawn and colored and written about Virginia Woolf's letters, I went to the calendar instead of the zoom link and was 20 minutes late, that was the WORST time in my year so far...
On the other hand, how nice it is to see the names of one's friends and conversation participants (my mini-seminar in translation/interpretation and then later in obsession/omission, see them below the pictures, also in our book clubs!
and Also how nice not to have to GO anywhere except for walks to the distant (given my slow pace) Central Park and out to dine outside at various restaurants we love: Barking Dog! the District! Pascalou!
Nick's!, and for me, coffee (today iced with matcha, whatever that is, is green) whole devouring Liane de Pougy's notebooks..
So I am sending the first 12 pages of Jacques Derrida's The Post Card to the participants in my mini-seminar or really reading group on translation and interpretation starting next week, and am zooming on and in, and listening to interesting this and that like Honor Moore and Roxana Robinson talking about biographies...And my Mina Loy and also the poems in my Alice Rahon are in press, and I am thinking of what is next...
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