Ever get up so early so feel sick and then as you're rushing off to catch the train you feel like your feet are clumsily dragging behind you?
Pretty much listened to Radiohead's How I Made My Millions, and No Surprises on repeat for the entire ride.
In other news, when is the last time you've seen a poet/poetry book get a full page review not in Jacket, Coldfront.mag or some other book/poetry specific review section?
Everyone's favorite Parisian transplant, Alice Notley, got the full page treatment in Time Out New York for her book, The Pines.
Yay Alice Notley