Half Hank Williams, Half Charles Baudelaire
My old poetry teacher wasn't much interested in money. What he was interested in was the pure, clear word.
By Michael Judge
When I studied poetry at the Iowa Writers' Workshop in the early 1990s, my father, a business major back in the day, bought me a T-shirt that read "The Iowa Waiters' Workshop." Sadly, it wasn't too far from the truth. Only a poet would go into journalism for the money, I later joked.
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