Tuesday, April 06, 2004

There's a Kenneth Koch poem somewhere

that says that of three things, working (writing), making love and going out with friends, a man has time for one of them well, maybe two, but not all three.

Now that's a lie.

I can't even do one of them.

(Can't remember the title of the poem, but it's in the collection (Straits? - whatever it is, it's on my wishlist) with "My Olivetti Speaks". Is that spelt right? Oh - I was recently told - thank you Lee - that the last person to use 'spelt', apart from me and my people, was alive 250 years ago. Is that right? Do you all use 'spelled' now? This is distressing.)