Back from Princeton NJ, where I got lost looking for my hotel and found a small sign saying "Princeton Institute for Advanced Study" and was almost unable to keep driving, blinded by tears, on a street near near where Albert Einstein and Kurt Gödel walked together. No sleep while I was gone, so no brain — but what kept me up last night was Glyn Maxwell's The Sugar Mile. I heard him read from the manuscript at the 2004 West Chester Conference, and I can't imagine anything else that might have held the stage with Marilyn Nelson's crown of sonnets for Emmett Till. There are three of the book's poems and an intro from Maxwell here.
5:32:41 PM
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