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David Ferry won the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize and $100,000 dollars. If you click to the link you'll find a poem of his. I'd not heard of him before the announcement that he'd won the world's richest poetry prize--not that my not hearing of him means much--and he seems worthwhile; to judge by the poem posted, solid, but not lightning.

Chelsey Minnis, who has not yet won the Ruth Lilly Prize, is another story altogether.

Tired of poetry, I entered the SF Public Library, Presidio branch. As I was searching the Fiction stacks, looking for a novel, I wanted to call someone and ask 'what should I read?' or 'is there anything good to read?' but resisted the temptation. I borrowed Defoe's "Moll Flanders" (wanting "Robinson Crusoe"), "Whatever" by the Frenchman Michel Houellebecq, "How to Read the Air" by Dinaw Mengestu, and "Almost No Memory", stories by Lydia Davis.

I like reading a little Lydia Davis here and there; she makes me want to write.

Her author picture has her looking a little like a young Hillary Clinton. The book was published in 1997 when, I presume, the picture of her was taken. I assume she looks differently now.

I'll read Lydia Davis first, then Defoe, and take up the other two as the mood strikes.