Thursday afternoon, 28 June 1990 John Byrum dropped by and we had a nice visit.  He was the first in my new circle of visual poets I met in person.  I told him the story of the printing of my book after showing him my television camera and trying to take a few sequences with it.  I got some footage but just a little that was any good.  I had left the camera on its tripod so I could be in the picture and it didn’t work.  I had everything set up right, I later realized, but zoomed in on John getting out of the car (for the second time) and forgot to unzoom, so had very little space to work with, and I and John weren’t in it much.  John left me some  works of his, and the latest publication of the Generator Press, a fine small book of Stephen-Paul Martin’s stuff.  I gave him an inscribed copy of my book, naturally, and got rid of a few other Runaway Spoon books.  I had now distributed 35 copies of Of Manywhere-at-Once, 5 of them to people who actually paid money for them!  Ten or so more were slated to be given away.

John for some reason reminded me a lot of my nephew Scott.  Similar coloring and kind of face (I think).  John’s not as tall as Scott (he’s around five nine, I guess) but fairly solid of build.  Same kind of slowish but not unintelligent geniality, too.  Probably about the same age as well, or twenty years younger than I.   I enjoyed his visit, and him.  I’m unhappy I’m so poor at character sketches, but I suppose he was at my place too briefly to do anything truly character-revealing.