loving living poets

It struck me on the cold walk to the bus after therapy: i've been wearing my hat upside down. Literally--it's not a metaphor. 

Also, filled another notebook, promptly lost it.  

Oh! and (thanks to Issa's Untidy Hut for breaking the good news): 
this exists!

That's right: Sharon Olds wrote a new book: One Secret Thing, in which "Olds completes her cycle of family poems." (Good to know that cycle ends, right?) Fuckin' awesome loving living poets, isn't it? This past week, I've been reading The Gold Cell and The Dead and the Living--both of which just stun me breathless. She said this in an interview: "This creature of the poem may assemble itself into a being with its own centrifugal force."

Also, in looking for the picture above, i stumbled across these 50 writing tools via yourdrum.com. That will be fun to explore. But later. i'm already doing this instead of something else i should be...

By the way, thank you, thank you to you who suggested books and records to me--i'm immersed.