Went to work on the storage space today
to get ready to move. Call it synchronicity,
spirit or just plain luck but the first book I
saw in the first box I opened was
*Onion Leaves, Her Map Untended*, by
Elizabeth Was .The gorgeous xexoxial
book, with about 8 pages of text, with
mysterious xerox graphics, with the look
of woodblock prints between each
page of continuous prose texts with varied
fonts, was given to Toni and I when Miekel and
Liz came to visit at our West 87 Street apartment in
1986 or thereabout, around the
time the book was published.

"*Up out of & in touch*. Talk to break between
sentence, to bathe before noontide, she hesitates
stately the ideas like pajamas. Pollution worries this
'granite-nut tender. Laughter is homogenous reliance
out the back door in a flashy pants. (Type justifies
the wandering. The explorer stumbles over the trailmarks,
cursing the numbers irate nonstop cuticle. A breath *before*
penning, vibrant, inner-aural prowl minus the sun or a new
distraction. Unrecorded voume the atlas of her going. Silent.
A modal detail hollowed to nothings diminutive. AS IF STUCK
ON A GLEESTRING, SELF STANDING ABOVE, HER HANDS
HEADSHINE; TOO FAR, ONLY THE GLOBE."

Other books of Miekel and Liz
we have include: *formula for labor* (about an
inch wide),*euy:,
a zaumist biography of Alexei Kruchenykh*,
*the plagiarist codex*,*L=I=N=G=-L=A=G=E*
and *The Aperiodic Journal of -Pataphysical-
Succulentosophy*