Fare Forward: Letters from David Markson

Sept 30 ’04

Dear Simsy—

I am getting so antiquated I cannot remember whether or not I answered your last. Not long ago I spent at least 10 minutes looking for the shirt I’d taken off an hour before — how many hangers and hooks and closets can there be in a one-bedroom apartment? — and then finally discovered I was wearing it!

Who are you again? Who am I writing to?

Lissen, that’s lovely news about a NY reading, and I will, will, will try to see you — lunch or something — will, will, will, will, will. Both of you. Will, will, will, will, will.

Rodya, don’t do it!

Will, will, will, will, will, will, will.

Thine—

David