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I had been writing so much both in letters and on paper it was getting me into trouble, there are experiments to see how many words can be gotten on the paper but only a lunatic would do them, like writing everything what they call tongue in cheek, I guess some people have done that. I'm so tired of poetry because I don't want to talk about it, also we're having so much trouble with the fucking mimeograph machine to get the ink to wash over every word of my poem, it has too many words for it. So I said to revolve the drum without running paper through, then the stencil ripped Marie's name and we saw we would have to write it on every page like an obsessive craving for sex and booze I was reading or to create one I've got a vodka and tonic now, Peggy got it for us. Sometimes all we say all day long is hurry, even Sophia can say hotdog. About food and money the family is one body which we seem to nourish as a whole or as a single one, not mystical though. What I mean is I eat the rest of your lunch and the water from your vegetables goes into our soup.

Bernadette Mayer
from The Desires of Mothers to Please Others in Letters