Chapters (60)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Personae
- I: Early Days
- One. Control
- Two. Doubt
- Three. Fate
- Four. Same
- Five. Fine Arts
- Six. In Loco Parentis
- Seven. Settling
- Eight. Neighbors
- Nine. Prospects
- Ten. The Lucky
- Eleven. Instruction
- Twelve. Same
- Thirteen. This Is a Pipe
- Fourteen. This Is Not a Pipe
- Fifteen. The Reason
- Sixteen. That Person
- Seventeen. Predictably
- II: Writing Teacher
- Eighteen. Early Poems
- Nineteen. Motivation
- Twenty. Allegory
- Twenty-One. Grief
- Twenty-Two. A Portrait
- Twenty-Three. Veils
- Twenty-Four. Soft Power
- Twenty-Five. Lists
- Twenty-Six. A Break
- Twenty-Seven. Elsewhere
- Twenty-Eight. Custom
- Twenty-Nine. Parity
- Thirty. Fortune
- III: Volta
- Thirty-One. Images
- Thirty-Two. A Very Interesting Young Man
- Thirty-Three. Letters
- Thirty-Four. We Prefer to See Ourselves Living
- Thirty-Five. Love
- Thirty-Six. The Iceberg
- IV: Your Best Reader
- Thirty-Seven. A Novelist
- Thirty-Eight. In Advance of the Broken Arm
- Thirty-Nine. Their Penultimate Encounter
- Forty. Détente
- Forty-One. Worlds
- Forty-Two. Recognition
- Forty-Three. Persistence
- Forty-Four. And Then
- Forty-Five. Mingling
- Forty-Six. You
- Forty-Seven. Persona
- Forty-Eight. Est et Non
- Forty-Nine. The Author
- Epilogue
- Afterword: The Libertine
- Acknowledgments
- About the Authors
Now Loudermilk is out. Loudermilk wants to know what the goddamn motherfuck that was all about.
Harry tells Loudermilk that they have neighbors, in case Loudermilk wasn’t aware.
“Neighbors?” Loudermilk asks. He digs around in the back of his boxers. “That’s awesome, dude.” Loudermilk muses that they really need to get started thinking about their own place. He says that to tell the truth it is a fucking dump.
Harry says that whenever Loudermilk would like to make a move on that side of things that would be great.
Harry goes back indoors.
Anyway, Harry is busy. He has better things to do than observe the homosocial rituals of landlocked patriarchs. He has already started working on the writing project for Loudermilk. He needs to find out how people write a lot of poems, because he’s pretty sure that he and Loudermilk—or, rather, he—are/is going to have to write a lot of them. He’s reading a book titled Singing in the Present Tense: A Critical Anthology. He found this volume—a poetic guidebook of sorts—in a used bookstore in Oswego before they left. “The poem is,” Singing in the Present Tense tells him, “many things to many people. The poem is an expression of what the author of the poem is thinking or feeling, and it may even be both of these at the same time. A poem does not have to be poetic or beautiful. You may be surprised by the number of things a poem can be.”
A jay outside is making a sound like a laser. Harry turns the page: