So sad to see that Mark Strand died yesterday. Thankful he lived through this last Thanksgiving. Love this one from his book, The Weather of Words. Here’s a small part of it.
from Narrative Poetry / by Mark Strand
I wanted to remind them that the narrative poem takes the place of an absent narrative and is always absorbing the other’s absence so it can be named, and, at the same time, relinquishing its own presence to the awful solitudes of forgetfulness.
Powerful. He will be missed. How fortunate we are to have his words.
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You are right. We are so fortunate to have his words.
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Charming, intriguing gentleman…saw him read for the first time when I was about 19, and his early books were making quite a stir. Then, was lucky enough to have him as a teacher at Iowa in the early 70s. One of a kind.
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Sam, it must have been amazing to have him as a teacher so early in his career. I saw him read at a Key West Literary Seminar in 2010. I worked up the nerve to talk with him one morning but can’t even remember what I asked — I think I may have just said how much I loved Weather of Words and how hilarious I found it. I just remember that he was very gracious.
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