I'm so naive I walked to the Barnes & Noble by my workplace in the touristy part of town in the hope of finding a poetry collection by a living poet, specifically that of my cousin Ricky. Of course, there were a few living poets hanging on in that section—Mark Strand is still alive, right? And there's that Heartsongs kid and Margaret Atwood. But that's pretty much it.
Anyway, when I heard about Ricky's book I thought to myself, Oh God, don't be some self-published bullshit don't be some self-published bullshit and was very happy to see that it was published by Sarabande. But even that's not enough for a chain buy, I guess!
He also runs poetry-writing workshops. I liked this remark from his blog: I once had a student bring her therapist to class. She had trouble being in groups. The other students thought she was a friend auditing the class. Of course, I couldn’t resist calling on her.
Anyway, when I heard about Ricky's book I thought to myself, Oh God, don't be some self-published bullshit don't be some self-published bullshit and was very happy to see that it was published by Sarabande. But even that's not enough for a chain buy, I guess!
He also runs poetry-writing workshops. I liked this remark from his blog: I once had a student bring her therapist to class. She had trouble being in groups. The other students thought she was a friend auditing the class. Of course, I couldn’t resist calling on her.