A friend of mine asked me to look over a poetry manuscript last night and offer advice on the order and general strength and weakness of the poems. This person [who shall remain nameless, placeless and altogether anonymous until said person is famous for said person’s poetry] is an excellent poet, and one to whom I have no little amount of respect. Thus, when I am asked to voice my opinions on this person’s poetry, it is a challenging and somewhat humbling endeavor. It is humbling because I feel honored that my self-​tutored thoughts have some sort of mass with this person. In fact, most times when I am honored or feel honored, it is a humbling experience, because approbation is not something I ever feel worthy of.

In any case, the poetry was excellent, and I’m a bit jealously gleeful that I’ve had a chance to share in some secrets.

Link of the day: Jason Salavon