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stdClass Object ( [ID] => 17053 [post_author] => 6 [post_date] => 2016-06-27 15:48:54 [post_date_gmt] => 2016-06-27 15:48:54 [post_content] => Once I was in a room with two men. One was a poet reading in front of an audience. The other was a poet sitting in a chair listening: The standing poet thanked the sitting poet for various inspirations. They are both dead now, the standing and the sitting, they died in the same year. My personal euphemism for death is Goodbye, Spaghetti – and I want to add that the tangled relations between the two men has come to an end, which breaks my heart in two, the way I break the dry pasta in two before throwing it into the pot where it will soften and I will eat it. [post_title] => 2015 [post_excerpt] => [post_status] => publish [comment_status] => closed [ping_status] => closed [post_password] => [post_name] => 2015 [to_ping] => [pinged] => [post_modified] => 2019-07-02 10:41:43 [post_modified_gmt] => 2019-07-02 10:41:43 [post_content_filtered] => [post_parent] => 0 [guid] => http://poems.poetrysociety.org.uk/?post_type=poems&p=17053 [menu_order] => 0 [post_type] => poems [post_mime_type] => [comment_count] => 0 [filter] => raw [meta_data] => stdClass Object ( [wpcf-published-in] => The Poetry Review [wpcf-date-published] => The Poetry Review, summer issue, 2016. [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem was published in The Poetry Review, summer issue, 2016. [wpcf-rights-information] => [wpcf-poem-award] => [wpcf_pr_belongs] => ) [poet_data] => stdClass Object ( [ID] => 17057 [forename] => [surname] => [title] => Mary Ruefle [slug] => 17057 [content] => Mary Ruefle is the author of many books, including Dunce (Wave Books, forthcoming 2019), My Private Property (Wave Books, 2016), Trances of the Blast (Wave Books, 2013), Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures (Wave Books, 2012), a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism, and Selected Poems (Wave Books, 2010), winner of the William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America. She has also published a comic book, Go Home and Go to Bed! (Pilot Books/Orange Table Comics, 2007), and is an erasure artist, whose treatments of nineteenth-century texts have been exhibited in museums and galleries and published in A Little White Shadow (Wave Books, 2006). Ruefle is the recipient of numerous honors, including the Robert Creeley Award, an Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, a Guggenheim fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, and a Whiting Award. She lives in Bennington, Vermont. ) )

stdClass Object ( [ID] => 17057 [forename] => [surname] => [title] => Mary Ruefle [slug] => 17057 [content] => Mary Ruefle is the author of many books, including Dunce (Wave Books, forthcoming 2019), My Private Property (Wave Books, 2016), Trances of the Blast (Wave Books, 2013), Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures (Wave Books, 2012), a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award in Criticism, and Selected Poems (Wave Books, 2010), winner of the William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America. She has also published a comic book, Go Home and Go to Bed! (Pilot Books/Orange Table Comics, 2007), and is an erasure artist, whose treatments of nineteenth-century texts have been exhibited in museums and galleries and published in A Little White Shadow (Wave Books, 2006). Ruefle is the recipient of numerous honors, including the Robert Creeley Award, an Award in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, a Guggenheim fellowship, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, and a Whiting Award. She lives in Bennington, Vermont. )

Once I was in a room with two men. One was a poet reading in front of an audience. The other was a poet sitting in a chair listening: The standing poet thanked the sitting poet for various inspirations. They are both dead now, the standing and the sitting, they died in the same year. My personal euphemism for death is Goodbye, Spaghetti – and I want to add that the tangled relations between the two men has come to an end, which breaks my heart in two, the way I break the dry pasta in two before throwing it into the pot where it will soften and I will eat it.