Arch, Arch, Arch.

I Heart Eileen Myles. Spent the whole evening yesterday with her Iceland book. Her style is infectious. I took turns playing with the rabbits, who were fighting over a turnip, and leafing thru this book. Her sense of poetry as vocation is so casual. What is it she said about living in New York? Something like there was language everywhere. Graffiti, advertisements – you wouldn't live in New York if you weren't OK w/advertisements. I'll put the right quote up when I get home. It's that hard...