are dropping like flies. To wit:
Robert Creeley
Saul Bellow
Pat Conroy
This does not bode well if you are a 60+ American male writer. I hate to admit I have never read Bellow or Conroy but I loved Creeley. Marks me as a typical poet, I suppose.
On a more festive note, this time tomorrow I will in Mexico City. I am looking forward to our little jaunt. Should be fun.
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