I refuse to post anything about the dead pope's body. So there. I'm glad he's dead. End of story.
In other news, the Pulitzers have been announced. The LA Times won in the public service category for their series on King/Drew hospital. Marilynne Robinson's Gilead won her the fiction prize. I've had that on my to-read list for some time. Housekeeping is one of my favorite novels ever. Ted Kooser's Delights and Shadows won for poetry. I admit I didn't know Kooser until he was made Laureate, but then we did a little research, and I like his work a lot.
Tattoo
What once was meant to be a statement—
a dripping dagger held in the fist
of a shuddering heart—is now just a bruise
on a bony old shoulder, the spot
where vanity once punched him hard
and the ache lingered on. He looks like
someone you had to reckon with,
strong as a stallion, fast and ornery,
but on this chilly morning, as he walks
between the tables at a yard sale
with the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt
rolled up to show us who he was,
he is only another old man, picking up
broken tools and putting them back,
his heart gone soft and blue with stories.
from Delights & Shadows, Copper Canyon Press, Port Townsend, WA 2004
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