Yesterday, on NPR's Diane Rehm Show, a woman said that she had once thrown a Poetry Dinner, where each guest had to bring a poem based on food, and a dish based on the food in their poem. They all took turns reading their poems, and she read a poem by Billy Collins about a fish feeling sad for the lonely man in a run-down diner eating it. Both the idea of a Poetry Dinner and the fish poem itself sound COOL.
Billy Collins is another poet I need to seek out. And come to think of it: I had already named my ongoing collection of poems "Fish."
Billy Collins is another poet I need to seek out. And come to think of it: I had already named my ongoing collection of poems "Fish."
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