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Dana Gioia's avatar

Archie Ammons was not your typical poet. He spent years as a chemical-glass salesman before he got a teaching job. He was a down to earth Southerner.

I was at a literary festival many years ago where he was the other poet. I did my best to avoid him because I felt we had litttle in common. But one morning I went into a tiny dive for breakfast. There he was sitting in a booth alone. He waved to me so I joined him.

We had a great conversation. He was warm and friendly—not the impression I had from his often austere and impersonal poetry. We talked about the stock market for an hour.

Rafaela Kottou's avatar

If folks are interested in arts patronage and its troubles, I wrote a piece a few months ago discussing the modern-day selection process through which writers and other artists are selected for grants and prizes through selection committees—groups of people who must together make a selection and hence must speak (or email or write, but always communicate through words) to each other. In the piece, I ask what we lose when aesthetic judgment must be explained, when artists are selected by way of conversation. Would love to hear peoples' thoughts on this! https://lifeasfound.substack.com/p/before-words

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