It is possible that I have become incapable of sustained thought. Maybe you can finish these for me? Or maybe when I leave New York they will grow up? (“Leave New York or the poem will kill you,” says Joshua Beckman. Be careful!)
1. I do not know very much about Mark Leidner. He is A. a man and B. a poet. Factory Hollow just put out his chapbook, The Night of 1,000 Murders. Here is the title poem, in its entirety:
The night of 1,000 murders
began no differently than any other night
in the village. The villagers
put their children to bed
then watched television for an hour
or two, then went to bed themselves.
Then, in the middle of the night,
there were 1,000 murders.
2. Have you ever tried looking to the side while running on a treadmill and nearly fallen off? Or actually fallen off? This is going to happen to me here. I will be walking through the bookfair and I will look at the Forklift, Ohio table for too long and I will walk right into Robert Bly and be blinded by his scarf.

3. The reason why Russell Edson‘s poems do not fall flat is that they are built flat. There is no falling about it. They are very sharp and horizontal and if you are not careful they will take off more than just the top of the head.
4. Tyler Meier looks fantastic in salmon (colored) pants.
5. There’s a booth downstairs I have not yet visited, but plan to as soon as I can. It seems to consist of a few pieces from a model village, plus some kind of audio component. My love for model villages is strong and old. England consists entirely of model villages. The ratio of the size of miniature things to the joy they produce in me is not rational.

6. I am thinking to myself “I am live-blogging.” I am sitting behind the jubilat table, selling subscriptions for $2. People think we are crazy. I think “I am live-blogging.”
