E. and I got our gobs smacked and brainpans whitened yesterday from overstimulation at Troubadour Books in No. Hatfield, whose photographs I lost in a Windows drag-and-drop mishap I'm trying to forget. If I tell you their used poetry collection is utterly fantastic, incomparable, the best that I have ever seen and almost beyond imagining—I will not be exaggerating. If you're anywhere in or near Western Massachusetts—go.

I got Simmel, Veblen, Wieners, Gordon, Kocot. I don't know what I got. I got a signed copy of Bernadette Mayer's new book with Bill Berkson, What's Your Idea of a Good Time? Truthfully, it was overwhelming. We had to take a break to go outside to get air. We smoked, and we swore a lot. I didn't even know what to buy, there was still so much to look at, and the fact that everything in the store this weekend is 35% off only made the trip more confusing and bliss-confounding.

I try again tomorrow.