I am running a little late this morning because we had friends over last night for a belated book launch party and reading (for this book, which I would be remiss not to add, you should buy), and I didn’t make it to bed until after midnight. I am usually asleep by 9pm.
It was a fun evening mainly because it gave me the chance to share some favorite poems (though my wife did put together an amazing charcuterie spread, and there was abundant drink). The nice thing about being an editor is you get to talk about the things you love—in this, case poetry—without talking about yourself, your work, your ideas. Not that there is anything wrong with talking about your work or ideas, but it’s usually best in small doses. So, it was wonderful to just share and enjoy the work of others.
After I woke up this morning (and after a big breakfast and a couple of espresso), I read with interest Cosmo Landesman’s piece in Spectator World on—believe it or not—organizing a book launch party and how much he hates book parties that are not his book parties:
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