Reading about Rexroth, I want to learn Japanese. Oh yes and Chinese too.
Eliot Weinberger writes about Rexroth at his death. And on Rexroth, Chinese poetry and the American imagination. (Maybe I'll just read Weinberger instead.) Somewhere on the site are Rexroth's readings of his poems accompanied by a jazz band.
There's not enough time, what with faffing and reading Pratchett, not to mention the office. I tried the whole gainful employment thing and found myself, to no-one's surprise, amazingly incompetent at it; can I stop now?