August 24-28
August 24.
Who founded the sentence cult?
August 25.
In a past life I ate little but plain boiled mutton.
Gums pulling up stakes.
August 26.
Noir is the world of the Aventine.
No limit to the pagan pantheon.
August 27.
Repin was Greenberg’s great villain, and of course Repin has aged exceptionally well,
August 28.
Lonely man in a coffee-stained cardigan, clutching his rhetoric book, insisting it will soon be his time.
A single spirit and a new golden age.
