just woke up with peter gabriel's in your eyes stuck in my head and i don't know why but it was almost comforting, like the weekend.

finally got to redeem myself to mr. charles simic on thursday night--he did a reading at the creative writing house on w. 10th, and when, trembling, i handed him the book i had just bought of his (the monster loves his labyrinth) he smirked and looked to me and asked in thick yugoslavian english, "they sell 'dis here?" and i told him everything i had put into verse in my head in the past few weeks. and it was not gratifying in the end, really.