Wednesday, December 31, 2014

London, December 31, 2014

I can't remember ever being so lonely as I am tonight.  Here is a very tiny excerpt from "The Later Letters of Charles Olson and Frances Boldereff"

"I don't know what my own future holds, and these have been desperate days - (you can't imagine, I shdn't think, what an impossible effort it is for a man like myself, finally compulsive, to live alone...& I am strained beyond endurance..."

(Letter of 9 January 1968)