This Is Just To Say

I can’t remember when I last had a magazine

in my hands.  The New Yorker, The Atlantic, Harpers,

The Saturday Review and others - almost all ordered

from Publishers’ Clearinghouse - were my constant

companions until I went to Saudi and bought

a New Yorker for 15 dollars!  It had thirty pages

missing, ripped out by a no name censor doing piece

work, I guess.  It  was like the day the music died,

and I don’t think I’ve had a magazine worth censoring

in my hands since then.  This is just to say thank you.

FG 06/10/2013

My friend Paul Lundy sent me a Sports Illustrated (as well as a lot of other stuff).

The title comes from a William Carlos Williams’ poem.