Fare Forward: Letters from David Markson

March 22 ’06

Sims, lass—

So there’s Corey, in the new issue of Fence—and I learn that his poems are as difficult to solve as yours are. I’m glad. It means you were made for each other!

But I’m sore, too. How come he sez he’s reading Practice, Restraint, but not anything by Markson? Doesn’t he know you’re s’posed to?

Then again, somebody else in the back of the book is reading my Springer’s Progress. Who he, I wonder?

No, I don’t subscribe. Someone seems to send it, these last few years.

Nada aqui. Old, tired, sick, broke. But WORKING!⁷⁸

With love to you both—

David

78 On what would be The Last Novel.