(Reading Goolrick at Pattiserrie B, San Francisco)
Robert Goolrick is such a fine writer that I read his latest novel about a topic of almost zero interest to me: Wall Street traders from the 1980s. I'm talking about his The Fall of Princes. And not only did I finish the book but it actually generated ten poems during its reading -- a result that pleases me since this meant I wrote poems about a topic of almost zero interest. Poetry can be (on) anything -- why shouldn't I write poems also on stuff that doesn't interest me?
Just a nota bene to the blog-as-file cabinet.