We hung some lights and I spent some time reading, but none of it really matters because my poet died.
Admittedly, I don’t know as much as I should about poetry, but I do know that I’ve never read a Mark Strand poem that I didn’t like, and Mr. Strand died today at his daughter’s house.
Back in 2009, I wrote one of Strand’s poems as a handwriting challenge. I’m slapping it back up today. Enjoy.
I recommend this book. As soon as I find my copy, I’m going to read it from cover to cover. (Have I mentioned that we still haven’t unpacked?) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>
Since you are the second person in my feed, whose opinions I greatly respect, I will look for this man’s work. In exchange for which, if you are not already familiar with her wonderfulness, allow me to recommend Sharon Olds. Her stuff is pretty stunning.
^to mention that! Second person in my feed today to mention that. (Bleh)
And, I’m sincerely sorry you lost your poet!
Thanks for this post. I do love your handwritten thing and I agree Mark Strand is an amazing poet and I thank you for tell me that we lost him.
Why haven’t you unpacked yet? That’s one of my favorite parts of moving!