Robert Lowell

Apparently operating under the delusion these days that I'm a poet.
(Tell this to my workshop leaders. It will thrill them.)

Walked home from the SF reading group tonight with a new volume of Robert Lowell (Life Studies and For the Union Dead), a book I will admit I slavishly purchased because Phil talks about the guy with some regularity and I no longer wish to feel myself an ignoramus. After a quick glance through the poems, I can tell I'm going to like the guy. Good bread-and-nails winter reading, I think. Steel. Grit. Humanity.

This is Robert Lowell (though that very well might be Lyle Lovett's hair). What a dish! Poets know that all they have to do is publish a chapbook or two to get the girls.