I spent the last couple weeks helping round up some photographers for Cresent Moon Review, which was time-consuming but fun.
I kept thinking, hey, I'd like to own a couple of these photographs, and then the sad lot of poets occurred to me . . . how we can't just put up a site or a stand on the corner and sell our poems for $10 buck a pop or so. And there are so many poems out there worth thousands of dollars.
Lorca's "Gacela of the Dark Death" - $3.21 million
Pablo Neruda's "Walking Around" - $2.08 million
W.S. Merwin's "Departure's Girlfriend" - $989,768
I'll be back with more.
Monday, February 20, 2006
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I felt the pang of Jungian synchronicity when I saw the word "Recumbent" in your "Winding Down", as I just bought Deguy's "Recumbents" a week ago.
I've never read him, Bob. What's he like?
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