Up in the middle of the night for a while, listened to some 1964-1967 HDH from the box set. Got back to sleep, up again by 8. Our super, Jose, helped me move the heaviest items from our old basement storage unit to a new, smaller one - a change occasioned by a departure in the building and some quasi-political grumblings about why we had a larger one. E77, wrote 200 words (at most) toward "Come See About Me" (which precedes and is even 'simpler' than "Baby Love," I realized) before coming back to clean up and leave w/ Bree for MoMa. Saw The Guilty (John Reinhardt, 1947), a Monogram Noir w/ an adult Bonita Granville as twins. Its no Dark Mirror; not sure I quite understood the ending. Bree went off to the market and I planned to find somewhere to read (didn't bring laptop) before OUT 1 - but finally made a reluctant executive decision that I'm not seeing those series (12+ hrs of movie and 3 trips back and forth to BAM, w/ this cold, plus $14 x 4, plus I actually do have samizdat files of the whole thing on my hard drive). Had acceptable dan-dan noodles a few blocks away instead (seated near health inspectors, which was unnerving) and returned home. Tired; really feel it in the eyes. Took to bed with Chaix - plain and very readable, with changes in viewpoint/pronoun used to good, generally clear effect. Started Susan Briante, Pioneers in the Study of Motion (Ashanta, 2007). No special reason. At first, it seems as though the South American locale/landscape is going to be exoticized/eroticized (the "I" is pregnant in the first poem), and there is some of that, but a more political/urban awareness emerges fairly quickly, and with deft compression: "the Kenysian vaccine inspires steeples/like the Pemex tower or the Torre Latino/or a tar-driven scourge of rooftops." This from a series called "Eventual Darling," subtitled "(Mexico City)," "(Brasilia)," "(Kanpur)," - relevant to my Elmslie/Tropicalism paper and GATED SNARE poem (which appeared in Jordan's app-magazine that I still haven't figured out how to get onto my phone). Downstairs in the storage space for an hour, tossed some papers - it's a mess down there, and it looks like I'll have to get rid of one of my pieces of nicely-made wood CD shelving. E77 again, took notes on Your Band Sucks, though all the tables they allow laptops at were occupied. Still before 10 when I got back and spent some time with Bree. Made a little in-my-head progress on "Boring Postcards." Really did reclaim a lot of time by not going to Rivette, too bad that I'm not at full energy; this stage or iteration of the cold is more sniffling/sneezing than coughing/hacking.