![]() ![]() He has discovered amazing things in the book stacks in the small hours of the night, hand-printed pamphlets from Mayakovsky, the plays of Sadakichi Hartman, untranslated poems of Roberto Bolaño. ![]() For over a decade John has worked as a custodian at a university in California, mopping the corridors of quiet buildings, talking with the young professors, working for the union, carrying a ring of keys to unlock darkened laboratories and libraries. ![]() These days, we agree, there are no simple answers to be found in that bottle, though it is not the worst place to look. Twenty years since we drank a bottle of cheap scotch together on 105th Street, talking all night about books and their power to transform the world, talking about poetry as if it might save us from the darkness. My old friend John stops by for a few days on his way to visit his older brother, dying of cancer in Tampa. ![]()
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