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June 04, 2021


Lera, I love this post! I have an assortment of fountain pens from over the years -- most of them gifts from beloveds or bosses, the occasional one a gift from me to me, a couple of them way above my pay-grade. The physical act of writing is so much more pleasant with a good pen, a nice flow of ink in a beautiful color. Yes! Let's do it; let's put fountain pens on our birthday wish lists!

Professional poets are the idiot bastards that the shotgun marriage of the culture factory and the book business produce. The marriage is the result of the public shaming of Random House CEO Bennett Cerf and his Famous Writer's School in 1970. Since then, more than 800 colleges and universities have implemented writing programs, and begun to coin professional poets.

As a born poet, who loathes all waste, I reverted to fountain pens, which I had cut my teeth on in grammar school, only a few months ago. The only approbation poets require comes from family and friends.

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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