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March 25, 2020


I hope it is not not-kosher to include this short memory under AZ's wonderful reminiscences. I posted it yesterday at the blog of Pierre Joris, who had posted a video of the aged Michel Deguy, great French poet, reading a poem about the Corona virus, titled "Coronation." The link to the video is below, with a quick translation of the poem by Joris, the fine translator of Celan.
Here is what I posted, exactly as I remember it, and it seemed so apropos to this sudden present-future:

>I rode on a tour bus with him, in Leningrad, in 1989. I was sitting beside Michael Davidson. Across the aisle, Barrett Watten, next to Ron Silliman, was studiously writing in a notebook. The Neva flowed on our right. Massive baroque buildings went by on our left. What do you think about all this, said Michael. He was asking me, but Michel Deguy, sitting in front of us, next to Lyn Hejinian, turned around and said, with a scowl, It is very strange, and the future will be here suddenly, you will see.  

Wow--what a group to be touring together. We have seen and will see. Thank you!

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