If I seem quiet, it's because I am busy drafting a Top Secret Bookcover for myself and some Top Secret Illustrations. Don't tell me! I understand enormously that the only kind of manuscript more undesirable than a regular poetry manuscript is an illustrated poetry manuscript; I slap myself as I draw, but I cannot stop. A terrible change has occurred in me. When I was a child, I thought I would like to have a Famous Painting for a bookcover--a man with the head of a rooster adjusting his cravat, perhaps. I was saddened to learn that such a painting did not in fact exist, and resolved that I must make my own way in the world.