there's a new day comin. though you ate a bad bone and you gots diarrhea today. the narrative structure that constricted and curtailed our lives is crumbling — white power is disintegrating. no kidding, can you feel it comin? i knew you could.

meanwhile we readers still need editors. where have they gone, and why did they let them go? isn't that the primary thing, textual integrity. oh, unless you don't read. i'm reading seeing silence and it's a tight designed beautiful book, but three typographical errors by page thirty-three. i mention to my friend across the dog yard fence, about page twenty-five it says rage when the writer said range. that's a big difference, she says. they don't have editors anymore these days. 

a new day's comin for publishers too. small presses will be small again, and conglomerates will be busted up into small farms and we'll be eating good things and reading what is really meant to say.