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1946

[To Caresse Crosby]

October 9, 1946





[To Caresse Crosby]

November 1946

I must write you once more to tell you how delighted I was to receive that delicious photo—Rome 1946—and your note. As to the lost manuscripts—damn them—they were no good anyhow—except maybe some violent sketches I made while sponging on my parents in Los Angeles. But such stuff to the birds: I am a poet, et al.

Drink still has me wavering—typewriter gone. Still, ha ha, I hand-print out my stuff in ink. Have managed to get rid of three fair stories and four unsatisfactory poems to Matrix, a rather old-fashioned Philadelphia “little magazine.”

I am really a much too nervous person to hitch hike to Washington to see you. I would break up into all sorts of quatern little pieces. Thanks, really, though. You’ve been very decent, very.

Might send you something soon, but not for awhile. Whatever that means.

On Writing

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