“The true poet, he said, should abandon the coffeehouse and take the part of ‘the sharpshooters, the lonesome cowboys… the spat-upon supermarket shoppers in their massive individual collective disjunctives’ – the cunning, the lonely, the unnoticed and des
– from Natasha Wimmer’s “Afterword,” to Roberto Bolaño’s The Savage Detectives, trans. Natasha Wimmer, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, 2009, p. 579
for five days we swam at the beach, read in the shade on the porch in hammocks that hung from nails and gave way little by