This is my third or fourth time coming around. I remember the first time I was supposed to go with the honors seminar, but they cancelled. So as I had no car I had to take the PATH to NY, get to GCS, and take a bus back to New Jersey, in the northwest wilderness.
I’ve met a great many of my favorite poets, personal heroes, here. I believe that on the slate are several of the poets laureate if that is what they’re called this year. Something about how the language is shaped by these people, not just in sound but in meaning, and the dance between them, that engenders such an awe within me calls to me. It’s been years since I wrote anything decent, and sometimes it makes me sick sick sick that maybe I’ve lost something that I once considered essential to my character. All ideas, no words.
http://www.grdodge.org/poetry/index.htm
10:39:12 PM 
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