Silence is violence when letters are due. I'm always working on it; jabber but no action. Takes me six years to do anything. Translation: I will buy stamps tomorrow. I will write to two grandmothers, a 15-year-old boy, a pioneer girl. To Roses and violets and white flowers blooming. (this is not a patriot metaphor.) I miss lilacs in the dooryard; spring solstices make soulstitches and it's on the mend, amen.
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the new nine muses: Commerce, Operatic Music, Amor, Publicity, Manufacture, Liberty of Speech, Plural Voting, Gastronomy, Private Hygiene, Seaside Concert Entertainments, Painless Obstetrics and Astronomy for the People.

Ulysses. Circe, lines 1707-1710 (J.J.)