i spent a considerable part of the day in princeton today. while M was busy with other stuffs, i planned to take a walk around the area. i chanced upon a bookstore and ended up reading for one hour. i was too physically exhausted to continue walking and being overwhelmed by new sights anyway.i first read some essays by borges. he's really an awesome latin american writer and thinker. i like him because he is so intuitive, so universal in his outlook. after that, i read a chapter about piano playing by a concert pianist himself. it's great when you write something based on experiences and not just theories, especially about music.when you have a realistic sense of what you are talking about, theories, magnificent ones, come alive. and also you don't sound pretentious.
after that, i went to the poetry section and spent most of the time there. buskowski( pardon the spelling) appears rather crude in the way he looks at things, but the poems are just so funny and original that you can't stop reading and getting influenced by him.the later part of the evening, which begun two hours ago in that train ride home, had been unbelievably sweet and happy.