Showing posts with label Susan Landers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Susan Landers. Show all posts

Saturday, April 12, 2025

Susan Landers, What To Carry Into the Future

 

It’s common in dystopias for people to go underground to survive after all possibilities on the surface have been exhausted. To go underground is to separate oneself from the most basic indicators of direction and time. Without stars or the sun, any natural sense of direction or time is lost.

From their very beginning, the trains offered New Yorkers a new way to live. (“My Quotidian Icon”)

I’m fascinated by how Brooklyn poet Susan Landers approaches poetry collections as cultural and historical mapping projects, from her Franklinstein (Roof Books, 2016) [see my review of such here], a collection subtitled “Or, the making of a modern neighborhood” and described as a “hybrid genre collection of poetry and prose [that] tells the story of one Philadelphia neighborhood, Germantown,” to her latest, What To Carry Into the Future (New York NY: Roof Books, 2025). As the press release to this new collection offers, What To Carry Into the Future is “a poetic exploration that cultivates an anarchic desire to ride the entire [New York subway] system, not to commute, or to travel directly from point A to point B, but to approach the subway map as an artist and a passenger.”

What To Carry Into the Future uses transportation and location as a metaphor and a conduit to explore beleaguered social relationships and standards that are challenged by political and natural forces. When we look for a city’s infrastructure, where do we find it, what do we see, and what does it tell us about how we’re living?

Constructed through three extended poem-sections—“My Quotidian Icon,” “Sidewalk Naturalist” (recently produced as a chapbook through above/ground press) and “Water Finds a Way”—each section also includes a date and geographic stamp at the offset: “New York City, 2017-2018,” “Brooklyn, 2022” and “New York City, 2023-2024.” “I’m drawing lines / to help me see,” she writes, as part of the opening poem-section, “how I live in such a city.” If Franklinstein wrote out Landers’ roots, What To Carry Into the Future writes of where she has chosen to land, weaving through the spaces and traces of geography, history, currency, chaos and gesture. “This may be / a love letter.” Landers writes, “This may be my vows.” A few lines further: “You always win, / New York. / You always get / whatever you want. / But I can still lay / tracks inside you, / reinscribe in lines / the old names / we have for each other— / Atlantic, Pacific— / how the maiden names stick, / familiar as an ocean, / along the elevated track.”

Curiously, the first two sections also begin with short introductory notes, whereas the third and final section includes a sequence of paired notes and poems, almost as a sequence of call-and-response pairings, fifteen sets with subject-titles such as “Atlantic Ocean,” “Gowanus Canal,” “Coney Island Creek,” “Spuyten Duyvil Creek” and “Harlem River.” Throughout the collection, Landers moves through the underground of city as she writes of history, landmarks and landscapes, water systems, death, an unsolved murder, floods in Texas, capitalism, seasons and Columbus, offering threads on what remains and what holds, the seen, unseen and buried, what had been and should not be forgotten. “Line by line // to build such // tender thoughts.” she offers, as part of the second poem-section, “To know that I’m home. // Like, // really, // even in the gravity of it all.” However rebuilt or overbuilt, history is held in place through place, which itself remains as memory. “Every day // we choose // what to carry // into the future.” she writes, to end the second section, a sequence of poem-fragments that accumulate along a slow and steady path, “Today, // there are seed pods // on the honey locust. /// And look, // that one // there— // —it has thorns.” Or, as the second part of the paired “Spuyten Duyvil Creek” writes:

Where the devil spews a current
and the crow caws under the high-rise
past the swing bridge where the train
horns blow and the osprey hunts
on the rocky promontory inside the glacial
potholes where marble lies beneath the schist
above a witch hazel understory between
the ridges in the wading place beside
the cove and the night heron’s mudflat
near the scullers the recovered marsh
the place of the reeds the flooded path
the glistening place where I saw that rat
and the sandpiper released its metallic spink
at the tip of the island on my day off.

Monday, October 28, 2024

new from above/ground press: carisse, Landers, Logan, Benedict, Strath, Levy, Shirley, FitzGerald, Jaeger, fitzpatrick, Inniss + Touch the Donkey #43,

poetry and labour / is concrete, russell carisse $5 ; SIDEWALK NATURALIST, Sue Landers $5 ; THERE’S NOTHING OUT THERE, Nate Logan $5 ; Touch the Donkey [a small poetry journal] #43, with new poems by Lisa Samuels, Tom Jenks, Nate Logan, Henry Gould, Sandra Doller, Kit Roffey, Leesa Dean and Scott Inniss $8 ; Fragments of a Mirrored-Voice For a Friend, Alexander Hammond Benedict $5 ; Inconsistent Cemeteries, Mckenzie Strath $5 ; To Assemble an Absence, John Levy $5 ; CASSETTE POEMS, factory practice-room cassette-recording responses, Vik Shirley $5 ; Each Mouthful Dripping… poems from slogans, Ian FitzGerald $5 ; SELECTED MEMOIRS, Peter Jaeger $5 ; Spectral Arcs, ryan fitzpatrick $5 ; Back Shelve, Scott Inniss $5 ;

keep an eye on the above/ground press blog for author interviews, new writing, reviews, upcoming readings and tons of other material; oh, and you heard that 2025 subscriptions are now available, yes?

published in Ottawa by above/ground press
August-October 2024
a/g subscribers receive a complimentary copy of each


To order, send cheques (add $1 for postage; in US, add $2; outside North America, add $5) to: rob mclennan, 2423 Alta Vista Drive, Ottawa ON K1H 7M9. E-transfer or PayPal at at rob_mclennan (at) hotmail.com or the PayPal button (above). Scroll down here to see various backlist titles, or click on any of the extensive list of names on the sidebar (many, many things are still in print).

With forthcoming chapbooks by: Brook Houglum (two!), Nathanael O'Reilly, Orchid Tierney, Andy Weaver, Catriona Strang, Penn Kemp, Jason Heroux and Dag T. Straumsvag, Alice Burdick, Susan Gevirtz, Carter Mckenzie, Maxwell Gontarek, Conal Smiley, Noah Berlatsky, JoAnna Novak, Julia Cohen, Ryan Skrabalak, Terri Witek and David Phillips; and probably others! (yes: others,

Saturday, August 05, 2017

The Factory Reading Series: Irwin, Rhodes + Landers, August 12, 2017

span-o (the small press action network - ottawa) presents:
The Factory Reading Series:

with readings by:

Marilyn Irwin (Ottawa)
Shane Rhodes (Ottawa)
+ Sue Landers (Brooklyn NY)

lovingly hosted by rob mclennan
Saturday, August 12, 2017
doors 7pm; reading 7:30pm
The Carleton Tavern,
223 Armstrong Street (at Parkdale; upstairs)


Shortlisted for the 2016 bpNichol Award and winner of the 2013 Diana Brebner Prize, Marilyn Irwin’s work has been published by Apt. 9 Press, Arc Poetry Magazine, Matrix Magazine, Puddles of Sky, and The Steel Chisel, among others. north, her eighth chapbook, and third published by above/ground press, was released earlier this year. She runs shreeking violet press in Ottawa.

See her 2015 Jacket2 interview here: http://jacket2.org/commentary/short-interview-marilyn-irwin

Shane Rhodes [pictured] is the author of six books of poetry, including his most recent Dead White Men (2017, Coach House Books). Other titles include Err, which was nominated for the City of Ottawa Book Award in 2012, X, which created poetry out of Canada’s post-Confederation treaties, and The Wireless Room, which won the Alberta Book Award. Shane’s poetry has also been featured in the anthologies Best Canadian Poetry in 2008, 2011, 2012 and 2014, Breathing Fire II, and was awarded the National Magazine Gold Award for Poetry.

See his recent Touch the Donkey interview here: http://touchthedonkey.blogspot.ca/2016/09/ttd-supplement-61-seven-questions-for.html

Sue Landers is a poet from Brooklyn. She is author of Franklinstein, which tells the story of one Philadelphia neighborhood wrestling with the legacies of colonialism, racism, and capitalism. She is also the author of two books of poetry, 248 mgs., a panic picnic and Covers, as well as two chapbooks, 15: A Poetic Engagement with the Chicago Manual of Style and What I Was Tweeting While You Were on Facebook. She is currently writing about riding every New York City subway line from end to end.

See her recent Touch the Donkey interview here: http://touchthedonkey.blogspot.ca/2017/06/ttd-supplement-81-seven-questions-for.html

Friday, July 07, 2017

Touch the Donkey supplement: new interviews with Mosconi, Barbour and Murphy, Cusimano, Landers + Reed

Anticipating the release next week of the fourteenth issue of Touch the Donkey (a small poetry journal), why not check out the interviews that have appeared over the past few weeks with contributors to the thirteenth issue: Joseph Mosconi, Douglas Barbour and Sheila Murphy, Oliver Cusimano, Sue Landers and Marthe Reed.

Interviews with contributors to the first twelve issues, as well, remain online, including: Colin Smith, Nathaniel G. Moore, David Buuck, Kate Greenstreet, Kate Hargreaves, Shazia Hafiz Ramji, Erín Moure, Sarah Swan, Buck Downs, Kemeny Babineau, Ryan Murphy, Norma Cole, Lea Graham, kevin mcpherson eckhoff, Oana Avasilichioaei, Meredith Quartermain, Amanda Earl, Luke Kennard, Shane Rhodes, Renée Sarojini Saklikar, Sarah Cook, François Turcot, Gregory Betts, Eric Schmaltz, Paul Zits, Laura Sims, Stephen Collis, Mary Kasimor, Billy Mavreas, damian lopes, Pete Smith, Sonnet L’Abbé, Katie L. Price, a rawlings, Suzanne Zelazo, Helen Hajnoczky, Kathryn MacLeod, Shannon Maguire, Sarah Mangold, Amish Trivedi, Lola Lemire Tostevin, Aaron Tucker, Kayla Czaga, Jason Christie, Jennifer Kronovet, Jordan Abel, Deborah Poe, Edward Smallfield, ryan fitzpatrick, Elizabeth Robinson, nathan dueck, Paige Taggart, Christine McNair, Stan Rogal, Jessica Smith, Nikki Sheppy, Kirsten Kaschock, Lise Downe, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Turnbull, Gary Barwin, Susan Briante, derek beaulieu, Megan Kaminski, Roland Prevost, Emily Ursuliak, j/j hastain, Catherine Wagner, Susanne Dyckman, Susan Holbrook, Julie Carr, David Peter Clark, Pearl Pirie, Eric Baus, Pattie McCarthy, Camille Martin and Gil McElroy.

The forthcoming fourteenth issue features new writing by: David James Miller, Jonathan Ball, Cody-Rose Clevidence, mwpm, Andrew McEwan and Brynne Rebele-Henry.

And of course, copies of the first thirteen issues are still very much available. Why not subscribe?

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Thursday, August 04, 2016

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Sue Landers



Sue Landers' latest book, FRANKLINSTEIN, tells the story of one Philadelphia neighborhood wrestling with the legacies of colonialism, racism, and capitalism. She is also the author of 248 MGS., A PANIC PICNIC and COVERS. Her chapbooks include 15:A Poetic Engagement with the Chicago Manual of Style and WhatI Was Tweeting While You Were On Facebook. She was the founding editor of the journal Pom2 and has an MFA from George Mason University. She lives in Brooklyn. Follow her on Twitter @suelanders or visit susanlanders.tumblr.com.

1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
While I enjoyed writing my first two books—248 mgs., a panic picnic and Covers—writing my latest book, Franklinstein, was a completely different experience. Franklinstein is a hybrid-genre collection about the historic, predominantly black neighborhood in Philadelphia, where I grew up.

Over the course of four years, I researched the neighborhood’s history and interviewed its residents. I wanted to understand and articulate how a neighborhood, particularly one impacted by centuries of structural racism, evolves over time. I was also exploring my personal connection to the neighborhood’s history, as a white person who grew up there, poor, but with privilege.

The whole writing process was interactive, social, and exploratory. The process of making this book was, truly, nothing short of amazing. I remember one day in particular, I was sitting on a park bench when I met a woman, Terri Lyons, who told me about her mother’s passing and how her mother was “half her heart.” This was within the first fifteen minutes of meeting each other, after we found out we shared an interest in poetry. I felt so overwhelmed with gratitude for how poetry, and the process of writing it, can bring people—complete strangers—into each others’ lives.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
One of the things that I love about poetry is how it approaches the ineffable. Through poetry we can almost articulate how impossible it is to describe all the unfathomable beauty and injustice in our world. While fiction and non-fiction, obviously, can describe the world, there is something about how poetry fails as much as it succeeds which strikes me as more apt, poignant, and powerful.
3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
Each of my books took years to write, mostly because I write in fits and starts, full of interruptions, the most significant of which is my full-time, non-poetry-related job. But I am also a big fan of writing something then putting it down for days or weeks, so I can edit it with fresh eyes. And, well, I also get distracted by TV.

4 - Where does a poem or work of fiction usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
All three of my books contain, or are, sequences so I think I fall pretty squarely in the “project” camp. That said, I never know at the very beginning what a book will be – it’s just that after writing a few pieces I start thinking about how they fit together and what they might add up to.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
A big part of my editing process is reading my work aloud so I can hear and adjust the poem’s music. And I love giving readings. Giving readings from Franklinstein while the book was in progress was an integral part of my writing process. Because the book is about a neighborhood I no longer live in, I felt a particular responsibility to “do right” by those currently living there, those whose home I was describing. Thinking about current residents as my primary audience, and then sharing my work with them as I wrote the book, provided me with much needed feedback and perspective.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
I think my work has always, in some way, been interested in memory and history, nostalgia and misperception, social injustice, identity, and how to live in a world of seemingly limitless yet limited information. And in Franklinstein I had a vehicle to explore those ideas in very concrete ways—by getting to know a neighborhood, its people, and all the different forces that shaped it over time. I probably learned more about American history in the past few years than I ever did in school because I was able to see first hand the consequences of the history I was studying. And I think this book works in concert with other behaviors in American literature right now, where writers are processing the objective and subjective, the quantitative and qualitative, data and emotion, in incredibly powerful and insightful ways.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
I think great poetry helps us see and understand the world differently and in that way provides us with the perspective we need to be better people and citizens.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Absolutely essential. One of my closest readers is the terrific poet, Allison Cobb, who is that rare gem of an editor who finds both the macro and micro-level issues with a piece, or a collection of poems. I also had an incredible experience working with James Sherry on Franklinstein. He is an incredibly astute reader, and asked me a litany of very difficult questions that helped me approach my revisions in ways that made the book stronger.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
advice you ever received?
After college I was fortunate to get a full scholarship to Washington University’s MFA program. Pretty soon into the first year, though, I realized the program was not a good fit for me. But after going into debt by putting myself through college, it didn’t seem right to look a gift horse in the mouth. So I asked my mother for advice. My mother raised eight children, several as a single parent on Social Security after our father had died. She had only gone to high school herself, knew how to stretch a penny, and believed education was a necessary step towards prosperity. So when I told her about my dilemma, I was sure she would tell me to just suck it up, but surprisingly, she said, “Susie, if someone offered you all the butterscotch vanilla ice cream in the world—and it was totally free—but you hated butterscotch vanilla, would you eat it?” And with that my decision was made—a decision I do not regret one bit.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to prose)? What do you see as the appeal?
I love reading and writing hybrid forms because there are different freedoms in both. Prose is great when I want to describe or argue something with accuracy. Poetry helps me manifest or evoke an emotion with precision.

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
Except for the time I spent at a writing residency or the period I worked part-time in order to finish my manuscript, I have never been able to stick to a writing routine. I try to write on the subway to work, or on weekends, or on vacation, so that over time, the pieces add up.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
When I was writing Franklinstein I had two fail-safe ways to get unblocked (and one consistently unsuccessful method—looking in the refrigerator—but I digress). The first was turning off the computer and taking a walk. Without fail, whatever I was getting hung up on would break loose with a walk around the block. The second was turning to other writers for language, specifically, Ben Franklin and Gertrude Stein. When stuck, I would think about the one word that I was either stuck on or that represented the nature of the problem I was having, and then search the electronic versions of The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin or The Making of Americans for that word. More times than not, Ben or Gertie would use that word in a way that got me thinking about it, and my problem, differently.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Celery and onions sautéed in butter.

14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
As a non-driver, walking is a vital part of my everyday life and my writing practice. Walking influenced Franklinstein, for sure, since part of getting to know the neighborhood again, part of my research was walking around it. But also, my research involved libraries and archives. Before starting this book, it had been years since I had actually used a library. And I forgot how part of using a library is walking down a corridor, or up a flight of stairs, or waiting for a book to come from somewhere else. How part of using a library is not getting an answer right away. And in that walking and waiting, I thought about writing. To walk around it while thinking it through.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
The poets who mean the most to me right now, who inspire me with their unique and powerful voice are Claudia Rankine, Alice Notley, and Dana Ward.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I should probably learn to swim one of these days.

17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
I come from a family of artists who don’t claim that identity in full. A musician who teaches. The lawyer who paints. The scrapbook admin. A wine guy who cooks. I suspect that if it wasn’t writing, I would take up some other art form either as a hobby or as profession if I could make money from it. I really wish I could sing. To be Kim Deal or Beyonce. Chan Marshall or Bjork. Gawd, that would be terrific.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
Teenage depression made me start writing bad poems. Hearing Lisa Jarnot read at Bridge Street Books  in graduate school made me start writing less bad poems. Wanting to make sense of the world we live in makes me keep writing.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
I’m really enjoying the Elena Ferrante novels right now. Her ability to capture the psyches of adolescent girls, living in poverty, is bracingly accurate.  I rarely watch movies, but I do love TV. These days I am particularly delighted by Taraji Henson on Empire—she’s a terrific actress, and my god, the costumes, the melodrama—the way she flicked off that netted crystal veil to rush to her son’s aid after he was shot on the red carpet! Oh!

20 - What are you currently working on?
I am writing occasional poems and day-book like pieces, pieces that range from reflections on my daily morning commute through the World Trade Center to that day I came down with appendicitis (ouch!) to that time actress Michelle Williams moved into my Brooklyn neighborhood. Only time will tell how these events add up. 


Sunday, April 10, 2016

Susan Landers, Franklinstein




In the beginning of this writing I thought: I must make alive the feeling of importance these little lost gentle things hold, existence being not very strong in them.

            Some connections to place are patronizing.

At the Small Press Distribution website, Brooklyn poet Susan Landers’ remarkable Franklinstein (New York NY: Roof Books, 2016), subtitled “Or, the making of a modern neighborhood,” is described as a “hybrid genre collection of poetry and prose [that] tells the story of one Philadelphia neighborhood, Germantown—an historic, beloved place, wrestling with legacies of colonialism, racism, and capitalism. Drawing from interviews, historical research, and two divergent but quintessential American texts (The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin and Gertrude Stein’s The Making of Americans), Landers’ Franklinstein is a monster readers have not encountered before.” Franklinstein certainly riffs off Franklin and Stein, as well as the idea of the collage-creation (creating new life out of dead parts), but, as she responds in an interview conducted by Christopher Schaeffer, posted in issue 7 of the online TINGE Magazine (spring 2014): “To call this project ‘collage’ is probably a misnomer. While the project had started out as a mash-up, at this stage in my writing, Franklin and Stein operate more as muses. Searching for language in their texts enables me to get fresh perspective and enter the poems from new angles. And because writing is difficult and I can get stymied by the enormity of Germantown’s history or the challenge of writing autobiographically, turning to these texts is a kind of release valve when writing, like letting the steam out of the radiator.”



At the beginning of this writing I was reading. Reading two books I had never read before: The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin and The Making of Americans. And as I was reading, I thought: I should make a new book. A new book from pieces. A new book using only Ben’s words and Gertrude’s. And so I did that. For months. Cutting and pasting little pieces. To make a monster. And it was so boring.

                        It was so boring, my dead thing of parts.

Then the church I grew up in closed. The church where my mother and father were married. The church where they baptized their babies. A church in Philadelphia in the neighborhood where I grew up. A kind of rundown place. A place of row homes and vacant and schist.

And when I went there to see that place – the place that was with me from my very beginning – I thought, this will breathe life into my pieces. This will be the soul of my parts. I thought: if I could write the story of this place and its beginnings, this writing would be the right thing, a kind of living.

                                                This is where my writing began.

At the beginning of this writing, historian David Young told me there is Germantown the place – a place of demographics, statistics, boundaries – and Germantown the constructed historical place – what people have chosen to save and memorialize, ignore or forget – and how some of those who talk about its history are plagued by nostalgia, by notions of an idealized past that never existed. He warned me that strong personal connections to this place can intensify a sense of decline, and that this melancholy does little to interpret the past in ways that do justice to the neighborhood as it exists today.

This is where my writing began: in a church I felt compelled to visit before it closed, before it became another vacant, beautiful building in a neighborhood of vacant, beautiful buildings. At the beginning of this writing, I was participating in behavior long practiced in Germantown – that of white people mourning what was. (“IT WAS MY DESIGN TO EXPLAIN (PART 1)”)

As Wikipedia informs: “Germantown is an area in Northwest Philadelphia. Founded by German Quaker and Mennonite families in 1683 as an independent borough, it was absorbed into Philadelphia in 1854. The area, which is about six miles northwest from the city center, now consists of two neighborhoods: ‘Germantown’ and ‘East Germantown’. Germantown has played a significant role in American history; it was the birthplace of the American antislavery movement, the site of a Revolutionary War battle, the temporary residence of George Washington, the location of the first bank of the United States, and the residence of many notable politicians, scholars, artists, and social activists.” The collage-elements in Landers’ Franklinstein are an intriguing and incredibly powerful blend of what American poets Susan Howe and Juliana Spahr have also long done in their own work, as Landers utilizes both personal history and prior knowledge against research to attempt a portrait of a neighbourhood that has gone through numerous shifts and iterations both before and since her time there. Structured in sections that fragment and fractal, she blends prose with the lyric with the archive, setting research beside memory, and contemporary photos alongside scanned archival documents and testimonials by residents past and present. This is the sort of book that others, including myself, attempting to capture and comprehend geography through writing might wish they’d written. Much of the strength of the book, apart from the obvious clear force of her writing, is in how personal she allows it to be, without being entangled or hindered through a sentimental lens. Combined with her awareness of larger communities, Franklinstein is not simply about her and hers, but a larger context of geographic and cultural spaces, shifting perspectives, each utilized to reach an impossibly complex portrait, as she writes: “To come closer // to come to see // this writing must meander.”

This is a poem about pulping bibles to make bullets for a revolution – a bladder full of pokeberry juice – a portrait drawn in blood – about how impossible it was to get the right kind of mortgage – and how savage the lenders were in foreclosing – a postcard of a cemetery with the words still living scrawled across the front.

This is a poem about Sydney telling me we can get there wherever there is to have a decent life where the poetry happens – a poem about John and his bowl full of prayers – and Vashti who gets asked why she doesn’t live in Mt. Airy – and Rachael who says places like this are hard to navigate, all tied up with romance and symbolism and baggage – a poem about a poem about Kevon who gave me a hug – and Bernard who gave me a ride – and that guy who wanted to give me one of his minutes since I didn’t have one – and Tiptoe who called me a vampire.

These are the makings of an autobiography of America. (“THIS WAS THEN THE WAY I WAS FILLED FULL OF IT AFTER LOOKING”)