Reflect on Mexican Novelists, reflect on “American Poets” reflect on borders.
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There’s about 75 chairs and about 50 tables. Windows all around in Donut Land. Light and darkness all at the same time. And donuts, donuts, donuts — at midnight. I love hanging out with Frank Wilma. It’s one infinite conversation with pieces of everything else in it. We just got back from Mexico City shuffling on the streets going to a prize-winner event for the prestigious Grijalbo. Luis Zapata won it for— Los Vampiros de la Colonia Roma. He was wearing an appropriate streetish thin black leather jacket. Here it’s just us two. Two guys since 1977 still yappin’ with glazed and eggy, caramel donut minerals on our faces.
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