last night Mark Strand, a poet we are talking about in class, read his poetry. it was not at all what i expected. in a good way. i didn't like his poems much at first but they grew on me enough for the reading last night to be inspiring. he is a million years old and looks like Clint Eastwood. he's a pretty cute million year old. in class (really anywhere poetry is read) it's often read with this air of pretension with a solemn tone. Strand was so casual and funny. anyway, i give you... MARK STRAND!
Mark and a little quotage.
more Mark.
weird worried wobbly shot of me sitting on the grass before the reading.