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Dear Jack,

  I have had everything on West read for several weeks now.  It sits on the desk in a pile and defies me to find some take-off point.
  With the immanent (I am a rotten speller)  Mexico fellowships date almost here I have been working on a new novel, trying to get enough words for submittal.   Mexico informed me that this year they wold probably not take North Americans for fellowships, but rather other Latin Americans, but to querry [sic] them again in May, which I shall do.  Damn luck - I felt like I had a chance this year and they decide (probably) against North Americans.  I think that is wonderful for the Latin Americans however.  If  you were a struggling writer in  back-water village in Honduras, say, who on earth would you expect to give you a poet's pension.  But still it does me little good.
  Next week I will try getting off the ground with West.  We have an apartment (a real dump) in Old Town which needs a lot of work and that too cuts into the underlined: time.   Moving there May first.
  Donna and I would like to visit you and your wife some evening before then.  Would like your wife to meet her and like to talk to you.  Maybe bring along what I have on the proposed  book - a sort of Don Quixote - Tin Drum (Gunner Grass) in America - a strenuous stab at the AMERICAN theme - ideals over practicality.   Where wanders Motley now?

Regards Frank added in ink: DUNLAP