I am reading Steven Price’s Anatomy of Keys which takes as its subject the life and lore of Harry Houdini. First line of the first poem :
The trunk alone understands the journey.
It almost arrests the reading from the get go. The reader has to exert some escapist skill to move on.
Reminds me of Patti Smith Ha! Ha! Houdini (New York: Gotham Book Mart & Gallery, 1977), 14 p. : ill. ; 22 cm. with lock and key attached.
And so for day 2888