Posted on May 27, 2004 in Writing
This afternoon, as I nicked the rough edges off some poems and vignettes, I wanted a pass to the Great Library of Tlan. The Library, as readers of Borges know, contains every book ever written or that will be written. In those stacks, I intended to seek the volumes I’m due to compile so that I could copy them and send them off to the publisher without the extra work of conceiving and revising them.