this book is equally as good as the movie. i suppose i really do prefer homel as translator (we’ll see when i watch the movie for vers le sud, the one that i’ve come across that was translated by the other dood, that i had to fire). and yes, i’m still on this.
“A good line of poetry lives at room temperature. You begin by conjuring up its special smell that fills your being. The smell of the poet when he wrote the line. In this case, the line smells of cat piss, lime and human salt. Its taste is that of the Host, bread without leavening. A good line will burn your fingers. Its average speed is three hundred and sixty kilometers an hour. You don’t need more than one good line a day.” (99-100)
bigups to everybody at the breakthrough last night. it was amazing.