Someone sent me Eliot Weinberger’s Life of Tu Fu. Nothing is free, and it came with a request for a few words in return. I don’t normally read books—the very thought makes me want to take a nap, but this was a book about one of my favorite poets by someone whose observations about the universe always made me want to listen. And it was such a small book,…
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