April 20, 2001
The Department's Poet; the Wonder of Bookshelves; Culture and Comic Books
The phone rang. It was Norman Goldman. He was "our Poet." Every university English department has one. And despite small differences, they're all the same. They tend to be big men in their 50's or early 60's. They wear beards and bring their German shepherds to school. Their offices are unkempt, piled high with old issues of Sewanee Review and Antaeus, one of which a bit too long ago printed their cycle of poems about sex and mountains and Zen. This is the office where frail, blonde women
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