planted, peppers: eight

Two-four weekend,
Garden status

Planted, peppers: eight jalapeno, seven bulgarian carrot, eight italian roaster; planted, tomatoes: three stupice, three sugary, three galina's, three sioux, three azoychka, three eva purple ball, three abraham lincoln, three giant belgian, three sylvana's from work; planted, cucumbers: eight armenian, four english; planted: eight basil, four egglplant, five swiss chard, four morning glories (heavenly blue), three chilean flowering vines, eight kale; to be planted: 4 celery, four cauliflower, one dill, two oregano, two thyme, one parsley, eight kale, eight morning glories (heavenly blue), three flowering chilean vines, thirty six nasturtiums, three swiss chard, twelve white impatiens, one sage, two rhubarb, ten asparagus; already growing: asparagus, radish, chives, tarragon, blackberries, red currants, gooseberries, horseradish, feverfew, lemon balm, peppermint, raspberries, coriander, mesclun, arugula, dill, spring onions, sorrel, garlic, tarragon, catnip.

it follows

Letter received from Austria,
Composed via computer-translation,
German to English

It follows my first letter in English. I hope, which translates the computer the language so half-way clearly. It does me grief, which I have written so long not. Thank you for your last letter. Have pleased me very. At us there is not so far much new to report. Our son has in June it Driver's license made and bought itself immediately a car. As one says so beautifully: small children, small cares; large children, large cares. Meanwhile I am quieted however already very, for he/it drives very carefully. He/it loves his car over everything. He/it also still a nice friend, with who he/it understands itself very well. So we become slowly however surely always "ripe". On the whole we are however very proudly of our young. K. is already in that 3. year of apprenticeship of the education to the insurance merchant and comes in that February to the Militaer. W. graduates from still a school year and wants in the next year also one Profession learn. The work does not goes out us also, since we have to make still very much at the house. To it During is expanded over the winter the second floor and the loft. In that We want to begin spring with the facade. We are pleased already, if the dirt once an end will have. Beside small routine complaints is at us really everything healthy and lively. I hope it also from you. I report again with greetings and wish you by then.
love and assets,

my friend serge

From 'ART' by Yasmina Reza
The Canadian Stage Company
April 3rd, Matinee

My friend Serge, a canvas, white, diagonal lines, oldest friend, lusting after white lines, 200,000 francs, collection, you’re not in the right place, look at it from this angle, you paid 200,000 francs? new style, intellectuals, nostalgia merchants; would like to know what you mean by shit, how can you assert that any given object that doesn’t conform is shit; couldn’t begin to understand how my friend Serge spent 200,000 on white; looking for top to my pen, infuriating, objects, there are degrees of white, if it makes him happy, he can afford it; I’m disturbed, very fond of Serge, groping my way into world; the resonance you get from something monochromatic; crazy or what, with him I’m a block of ice, why can’t you admit, atrophying, you laughed, then he laughed, who laughed first? what made him laugh? laughing to ingratiate you; you can’t hate what’s invisible, poetic impulse, too thin skinned, I lack judgment; read Seneca; to me he’s a god, wouldn’t fork out for a mere mortal; read Seneca; white flowers on a white background; you are an amoeba, obsequious, something I abhor, piss on, you find these colours touching? there are no colours!—who are you to— I’m leaving; if you go you’re giving in to him; a man of his time, plays his part in fundamental dynamic of evolution, motel painting, deep anxiety, cry for help, perpetual display of mistrust, can’t love the person who bought this painting; opinion, the way she waves away cigarette smoke, wearily malicious, life-denying woman; I didn’t replace you with Paula, when you judged things by my standards, I loved how you saw me, flattered, desperate to find, end of fifteen year friendship, close to tears, apocalypse because of—it’s not white—white shit—I’m starving, let’s go eat—absurdly virtuous, complicated, under the white clouds, the snow is falling, can’t see, my friend serge.

wake

Posada Robles de Besares
Chacras de Coria, Argentina
February 27, 3:30ish a.m.

Wake to room rocking, silent and dark, building shakes like angry giant in next room rearranging furniture, or maybe just Peter; groggy with sleep but who can sleep with room moving, then he appears out of darkness, says did you feel that, the earthquake, points to wildly swinging chandelier, and I wake, completely, and say Earthquake? I thought it was you.