Usually there is nothing I want at Border's. Yesterday, I had a choice of the collected poetry of Lorine Niedecker, Alice Notley, "Disobedience." Juliana Spahr, "Fuck you Aloha I Love You," Haryette Mullen, "Sleeping With the Dictionary," David Shapiro, "A Burning Interior." Of course I wanted all of these books, but I didn't happen to have $100, so I settled for the Shapiro, on the justification that it was a nice looking book for my collection of New York School Poetry. I'll have to go back gradually for the rest, pace myself.