Robin D. Gill, the guy who makes those 10-pound books of translation, is writing the Introduction to the book. Yesterday he sent it by attachment. It was already formatted so I tried and tried to get it back to neutral. When nothing worked I gave up and simple pasted it into the book. I made some minor cosmetic corrections and was feeling that I could live with the strange style. Accidentally, but nothing is truly accidental, I happened to scroll to another page in the book and to my horror all the formatting in the whole book gone wonky.

At some level I knew what to do, yet suddenly seeing all that work jump into new places on the page nearly undid me. I suddenly knew what people meant when they said something was 'possessed.' All I had to do was to close the file without saving it, but the shock is still with me.

Then while polishing the poems from a couple of days ago I found this:

learning

of our unreadable start

below the breast

you and I in world

barely parallel

Whatever was I thinking of when I wrote that three days ago? Is madness catching?