Jim Harrison, In Search of Small Gods
Jack Gilbert, The Dance Most of All
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
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Keith: I ended up getting overwhelmed with work and MFA work and took an inadvertent break from blogging. I'm hoping to get back to it this summer...sometime.
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RJ, glad to hear from you and thanks for the update. What can I say, I'm the worrying kind.
The moon. The moon is big on both these books.
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