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i've been working with the most amazing papers the last few days - of the author Jack Lindsay.  i've been looking at the correspondence in his later years - he was in his seventies - between him and his contemporaries. one particular narrative captured me - a friend, colin, who wrote of his love affairs, and son and the mother of his son, of his mental health and struggles with drinking.... interspersed with, to be honest, pretty sub-par poetry.  i sort of fell in love with him, this man in his 40's, fighting through life, falling in love and apart, and writing so passionately and desperately to his friend, typewritten letters from the late '70's.

i don't know if colin was prominent enough to end up being recorded - i mean, i could find out what happened to him without too much effort - when he died, etc. but i want to know what happened with his son aaron, and his wife, who also wrote to Jack using this big, floral script with little circles over the i's, and pastel coloured pencils.