Its meaning has not been erased

OK, so I've been a bad blogger of late: in truth, I've been busy, sure, but mostly I've not felt that great, overworked, tired, run-down. Turned inward.

Still, good things have come to me: spring with its gold green, sunlight, warmth. R.E.M.'s new Accelerate, which is pretty fantastic, kind of finally giving up on mourning drummer Bill Berry's departure from the band. Three albums and about a decade they spent as though it'd be impolite to rock again. Good stuff.

And to address the previous post: the image with all those luminous names, Ashbery, Hass, Gluck, Graham, etc.

They have all written blurbs for My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge. To say that I feel a painfully keen and acute sense of unworthiness would be a giant understatement.

The image was put together by Ecco as a cover for the bound galleys of Index.

And, tonight, I received what may be the cover design for the book. It's very different, very bold in its way. Almost pop-art. Which is a vibe I like for this rude collection.