Notes on generative structures

Two marble letters beside the Grote Kerk, a girl of sixteen whose death was never written out, two friends who between them made one singer-songwriter, and a white cat called Anna in a café window.

A childhood home back on the market, a message after twenty-five years, and the friends you only see at weddings.

A poem about a letter, a locked bike, and the camouflaged trees along Spuistraat.

John Banville on the middling men — frenetically energetic, fatally free of the curse of perpetuance.

A little horse keeps watch over the party near Venice

Barthes, the Amstel in winter light, an old friend on 120 film, and butterflies on Rivadavia.