The New Yorker arrived today and brought a pleasant surpirse: fiction by Daniil Kharms. Not your typical New Yorker fare.
Here's a link to a Kharms poem The Constancy of Dirt and Joy translated by up-and-coming poetry superstar Matvei Yankelevich.
And now it's off to the dayjob.
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