Good of you to write or even think chapbook while auto-torn. Like your lineup of poems ok, and should they run into more pages, please do let me know and I will money order you the difference. I would rather send you more than have you cut out a poem you want in there but are restricted on pages. I guess it’s pretty hard to tell how many pages the thing will run at a loose glance like that and you will probably find out from your printer. Let me know how things work out this way on the pages. [* * *]

I just hope you can move a few copies so you won’t get stung too badly on your end of the deal. I have visions of chapbooks stacked in a closet gathering dust and nobody knowing Bukowski and Griffith are alive and I begin to have horrible qualms. Maybe not. Maybe if this works out ok, sometime in the future we can go in on another half and half deal. It seems very reasonable since you do all the work and are promoting another person’s work and not your own. The money end, from my side of it, seems less than nothing, but I realize that from your end with so many things going, different mags, chapbooks, it can get very very big, mountain-like. Well, hope all is ok, and you needn’t write for a while, I realize you are in tough shape—unless you have some suggestions or et al. I feel pretty good that this thing is going thru, although it’s hard to finally realize. [* * *]

Norman Winski was editor of the little magazine Breakthru.

[To Jory Sherman]

June 28, [1960]

[* * *] Winski, he’s been phoning and I’ve been ducking. Jesus, I can’t see any sense in it but I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He pinned me down and I told him I’d be over to his place last night, but at last minute I phoned his wife and told her something had come up, I couldn’t make it. She sounded pretty hurt and in about 10 minutes the phone started ringing, Winski I suppose and I just laid there slugging down the beer. I guess I’m insane, a mess-up. He told me to bring over some of my poems, wanted me to read something. Jesus, I can’t do that sort of thing, Jory!

[* * *] Do, if you see Sheri, tell her I said hello. She wrote me a wonderful 3 page letter bout Pound and things, almost a poem, the whole thing. Deserves answer but I can’t get untracked. [* * *]

[To Jory Sherman]

[July 9, 1960]