Last night D'Count tried to sleep on my head. It was cute. But then I had to disappear him. I mean, relocate!
I've been reading Pessoa's selected poems, the new edition. It is not as well selected as Pessoa & Co. I really don't have much feeling for his heteronyms Ricardo Reis and Alberto Caiero, although I could talk about them if you want to talk. However, I have a soft spot for Alvaro de Campos, particularly his early long poems, which seem ecstatic and voluptuous. His "Salutation to Walt Whitman" reminds me of Huldobro's "Altazar."
Someone watched her friends sing karaoke:
Sometimes we don't sing:
Sometimes M has a claw for a right hand