it looks like this:
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
bridezilla
You know how everything always seems to fall apart, right at the same time?
Kind people who don't spend a lot of time with me have recently started to say "Wow! Your wedding is just a few weeks away and you seem totally calm."
Those people don't spend time with me when I'm having wedding breakdowns.
People like Travis, my sister, my mother, and my old roommates know that I am not actually totally calm.
In fact, if my family actually managed to come, the reception hall was figured out, the hem of my dress wasn't lopsided, and we had actually ordered and tasted pies, I would still probably be freaking out.
Interestingly enough, many of my problem lately have been derivied from one central problem, but tonight, oh tonight! all of my problems are new and fresh.
I'm trying to not become a monster, but it's harder than it seems.
Also, note to my parents and grandmothers: stop accusing me of not caring about anything. As it so happens, I have had to learn not to care about anything wedding related, so that when it inevitably falls through, I do not need to be upset. I'm sorry I don't have a decisive view on table cloth colors.
Kind people who don't spend a lot of time with me have recently started to say "Wow! Your wedding is just a few weeks away and you seem totally calm."
Those people don't spend time with me when I'm having wedding breakdowns.
People like Travis, my sister, my mother, and my old roommates know that I am not actually totally calm.
In fact, if my family actually managed to come, the reception hall was figured out, the hem of my dress wasn't lopsided, and we had actually ordered and tasted pies, I would still probably be freaking out.
Interestingly enough, many of my problem lately have been derivied from one central problem, but tonight, oh tonight! all of my problems are new and fresh.
I'm trying to not become a monster, but it's harder than it seems.
Also, note to my parents and grandmothers: stop accusing me of not caring about anything. As it so happens, I have had to learn not to care about anything wedding related, so that when it inevitably falls through, I do not need to be upset. I'm sorry I don't have a decisive view on table cloth colors.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Elna Baker
her blog is also very funny.
elnabaker.com
Did I tell you all that I recently decided to be a comedian?
vanity
So you know how vain I am now?
and do you remember how vain I was as a child and teenager?
I want to thank the heavens that created vanity, because I was compliling a bunch of pictures of myself for a wedding slideshow (which, BTW I am against, but my fiance and his family and MY family are allllll for it) and I just know that if I didn't think I was so good looking, but actually knew how (un)attractive I was as a thirteen year old I never could have survived middle school.
I know that was one long sentence but you know what I mean.
I'm embarrassed for myself, years later.
But I've learned my lesson. Vain is the best way to be.
It keeps you happy and feeling good about yourself.
and do you remember how vain I was as a child and teenager?
I want to thank the heavens that created vanity, because I was compliling a bunch of pictures of myself for a wedding slideshow (which, BTW I am against, but my fiance and his family and MY family are allllll for it) and I just know that if I didn't think I was so good looking, but actually knew how (un)attractive I was as a thirteen year old I never could have survived middle school.
I know that was one long sentence but you know what I mean.
I'm embarrassed for myself, years later.
But I've learned my lesson. Vain is the best way to be.
It keeps you happy and feeling good about yourself.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
whimper
my arm.
it hurts.
my fingers are numb.
it's actually crazy-hard to type.
travis says i'm not allowed to go snowboarding because i'm so weak.
it hurts.
my fingers are numb.
it's actually crazy-hard to type.
travis says i'm not allowed to go snowboarding because i'm so weak.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
things I like
I love to spend time with Travis. I try not to be needy, but I don't actually like to spend any time apart ever.
Here ten of my favorite things about being engaged to Travis (in no particular order):
1. When he gets home late from school and I've made dinner for him already.
2. When he introduces me to film people who already know who I am because he talks about me.
3. When I read poetry aloud while he works on something else.
4. When we spend the majority of the day speaking in fake (and bad) accents.
5. When we're in church and Travis can't decide if he wants to draw, or if he wants me to scratch his back.
6. When Travis doesn't want to let me leave.
7. When we're doing things for our house, like organizing all our crap, or putting up pictures.
8. When we fall asleep on the love sack, or the couch while watching a movie.
9. When we both do something really goofy, and my friends groan, roll their eyes, and say "I guess, you're meant to be together."
10. When we both spend the day embarrassed because we inadvertently matched. (almost every day?)
oh man, I am needy aren't I?
Dang it all.
Here ten of my favorite things about being engaged to Travis (in no particular order):
1. When he gets home late from school and I've made dinner for him already.
2. When he introduces me to film people who already know who I am because he talks about me.
3. When I read poetry aloud while he works on something else.
4. When we spend the majority of the day speaking in fake (and bad) accents.
5. When we're in church and Travis can't decide if he wants to draw, or if he wants me to scratch his back.
6. When Travis doesn't want to let me leave.
7. When we're doing things for our house, like organizing all our crap, or putting up pictures.
8. When we fall asleep on the love sack, or the couch while watching a movie.
9. When we both do something really goofy, and my friends groan, roll their eyes, and say "I guess, you're meant to be together."
10. When we both spend the day embarrassed because we inadvertently matched. (almost every day?)
oh man, I am needy aren't I?
Dang it all.
taking a trip
Travis went to the Salt Flats for the night to help film a short documentary.
He probably won't even be gone a full 24 hours.
He also doesn't even sleep at my house.
In all actualilty, him leaving isn't really going to force us to be apart for much longer than normal.
So tell me why it makes me so sad to have him leave?
He probably won't even be gone a full 24 hours.
He also doesn't even sleep at my house.
In all actualilty, him leaving isn't really going to force us to be apart for much longer than normal.
So tell me why it makes me so sad to have him leave?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
changes
for months (literally months) I've been using one email for my blogger account, and another for everything else.
Well Hallelujah! I figured out how to switch it, and now I'm using one account for everything.
Bam.
Freaking love it.
oh, blogs.
Well Hallelujah! I figured out how to switch it, and now I'm using one account for everything.
Bam.
Freaking love it.
oh, blogs.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
alive travis
"do not ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. and then go and do that. because what the world needs is people who have come alive." ~ howard thurman
Kendra had this quote on her blog.
It made me think of this boy, being carried away by a kite:
Kendra had this quote on her blog.
It made me think of this boy, being carried away by a kite:
children's media
I know what I want to do.
I want to make Children's Media.
Whether that be writing books for middle grade and young adults, or if that be writing or editing films for middle grade and young adults.
That's what I want to do. That's what I care about. That's what, I believe, I am pretty good at.
Also, apparently I connect best with twelve year olds.
When the sixth Harry Potter movie came out I went at midnight, yes dressed up, and then I called Jack (who is 12 and also went at midnight) and we had a lengthy discussion about all the things that we noticed, that had been omitted, and that we appreciated were included.
Aaaand, I got my 11 year old brother-in-law Harry Potter books for his birthday, and nothing is more exciting than when he says, "Hermione was supposed to have bushy hair and big teeth, and Ron should have had a long nose. The movies got it wrong."
Oh, Tate. That makes my day. Please be Harry for Halloween.
p.s. I recently finished the Golden Compass. Talk about awesome.
I want to make Children's Media.
Whether that be writing books for middle grade and young adults, or if that be writing or editing films for middle grade and young adults.
That's what I want to do. That's what I care about. That's what, I believe, I am pretty good at.
Also, apparently I connect best with twelve year olds.
When the sixth Harry Potter movie came out I went at midnight, yes dressed up, and then I called Jack (who is 12 and also went at midnight) and we had a lengthy discussion about all the things that we noticed, that had been omitted, and that we appreciated were included.
Aaaand, I got my 11 year old brother-in-law Harry Potter books for his birthday, and nothing is more exciting than when he says, "Hermione was supposed to have bushy hair and big teeth, and Ron should have had a long nose. The movies got it wrong."
Oh, Tate. That makes my day. Please be Harry for Halloween.
p.s. I recently finished the Golden Compass. Talk about awesome.
comments
Some days I give myself a goal.
Make a comment on everyone's blog today.
Today I did not give myself that goal. But I still couldn't keep from writing on all of your blogs.
Good posts, team.
Make a comment on everyone's blog today.
Today I did not give myself that goal. But I still couldn't keep from writing on all of your blogs.
Good posts, team.
UPDATE
travis +becky invites
are in the MAIL. Whoa.
Yeah. No kidding.
People like to say that it's worth it. (I think people say that. Travis said that, but what does he know?)
I like to say, after Thank You Notes (aka MORE letter stuffing + HAND-written letters) it might not even be worth it if every single person that we sent an invite to gave us 20 bucks in return.
And 20 bucks per person is so not happening.
Oh well, now everyone who knows Travis and I also knows that Travis and I are getting MARRIED.
are in the MAIL. Whoa.
Yeah. No kidding.
People like to say that it's worth it. (I think people say that. Travis said that, but what does he know?)
I like to say, after Thank You Notes (aka MORE letter stuffing + HAND-written letters) it might not even be worth it if every single person that we sent an invite to gave us 20 bucks in return.
And 20 bucks per person is so not happening.
Oh well, now everyone who knows Travis and I also knows that Travis and I are getting MARRIED.
Monday, September 14, 2009
schedule
So, I'm not taking too many credits, and they're not that tough. But I have a crazy schedule.
Here it is:
Monday
class 10-11, 12-1
work 1-5
class 5-7
(on campus 9 hours. one one hour break from 11-12)
Tuesday
class 930-11
devotional (the prophet is coming, the prophet is coming!) 11-12
class 1-3
work 3-6
(on campus 8.5 hours. one one hour break from 12-1)
Wednesday
class 10-11, 12-1
work 1-6
(on campus 8 hours. one one hour break from 11-12)
Thursday
class 930-11
class 1-3
work 3-6
(on campus 8.5 hours. one two hour break from 11-1 HURRAY!)
Friday
work 730-1230 work
FREE TIME.
(on campus 5 hours, no break.)
What up? I love Fridays.
The only thing that I do not love is that I work from morning to evening and have no time for wedding stuffz and homework, and eating, and Travis, and doing crapola in generalo.
Here it is:
Monday
class 10-11, 12-1
work 1-5
class 5-7
(on campus 9 hours. one one hour break from 11-12)
Tuesday
class 930-11
devotional (the prophet is coming, the prophet is coming!) 11-12
class 1-3
work 3-6
(on campus 8.5 hours. one one hour break from 12-1)
Wednesday
class 10-11, 12-1
work 1-6
(on campus 8 hours. one one hour break from 11-12)
Thursday
class 930-11
class 1-3
work 3-6
(on campus 8.5 hours. one two hour break from 11-1 HURRAY!)
Friday
work 730-1230 work
FREE TIME.
(on campus 5 hours, no break.)
What up? I love Fridays.
The only thing that I do not love is that I work from morning to evening and have no time for wedding stuffz and homework, and eating, and Travis, and doing crapola in generalo.
for boring times
I do this thing whenever I'm bored, like when I'm driving, trying to fall asleep, I used to do it while modeling as I was forced to sit still for hours.
It's like a dialogue about me, I think I've mentioned it before.
Sometimes, back when I wanted to be a teacher, it was me introducing myself to my new class.
After listing off all the languages I speak (oops, killed that one too.), and all the places I've been (so far I can really only list off HK and Bejing) the not-easily-impressed freshman would ask: "are you related to the Becky Froelich (now they'd be saying Pitcher) the author?"
Now of course, that is also me. The conversation would follow in a similar manner.
Now when I do this little thing, I pretend that I'm being introduced at my five-year high school reunion, since (due to the fact that imagined future-Becky is such a big deal) everyone wants to hear about her accomplishments.
The announcer, who I imagine to be one of those annoying girls that I disliked in high school, says something like this:
"Becky went to BYU where she married Travis Pitcher, and then they moved to New York where she finished school at Columbia, while he went to grad school at NYU. She published her first book when she was twenty and has another coming out in the fall. She works now as a comedic writer while her husband works for [some prestigious documentary thing like "This American Life"].
Everyone will clap, and Travis and I will stand up so everyone can see how good-looking and well-dressed we are.
Even though I'm always really busy, and should be thinking about things, I find myself playing this game more and more.
Like while addressing envelopes to send you announcements. Or sitting at work from 1-6.
Or driving to school through heavy traffic at 7:45 this morning.
(p.s. email me your address if you want an announcement)
(p.p.s. I was at work today before 8, and I'll be at work again tonight until 5, followed by a class from 5-7, followed by, if I'm lucky, not death, but dinner.)
It's like a dialogue about me, I think I've mentioned it before.
Sometimes, back when I wanted to be a teacher, it was me introducing myself to my new class.
After listing off all the languages I speak (oops, killed that one too.), and all the places I've been (so far I can really only list off HK and Bejing) the not-easily-impressed freshman would ask: "are you related to the Becky Froelich (now they'd be saying Pitcher) the author?"
Now of course, that is also me. The conversation would follow in a similar manner.
Now when I do this little thing, I pretend that I'm being introduced at my five-year high school reunion, since (due to the fact that imagined future-Becky is such a big deal) everyone wants to hear about her accomplishments.
The announcer, who I imagine to be one of those annoying girls that I disliked in high school, says something like this:
"Becky went to BYU where she married Travis Pitcher, and then they moved to New York where she finished school at Columbia, while he went to grad school at NYU. She published her first book when she was twenty and has another coming out in the fall. She works now as a comedic writer while her husband works for [some prestigious documentary thing like "This American Life"].
Everyone will clap, and Travis and I will stand up so everyone can see how good-looking and well-dressed we are.
Even though I'm always really busy, and should be thinking about things, I find myself playing this game more and more.
Like while addressing envelopes to send you announcements. Or sitting at work from 1-6.
Or driving to school through heavy traffic at 7:45 this morning.
(p.s. email me your address if you want an announcement)
(p.p.s. I was at work today before 8, and I'll be at work again tonight until 5, followed by a class from 5-7, followed by, if I'm lucky, not death, but dinner.)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
this isn't a joke,
because I saw a commercial for it on TV.
Getbighair.com
Either we're back to the 80s, or the world is being taken over by Utah.
Gee, I hope its the 80s.
Getbighair.com
Either we're back to the 80s, or the world is being taken over by Utah.
Gee, I hope its the 80s.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Today I sat by a garden
and it made me feel itchy.
I'm in the library, teaching Travis how to not cite things.
Don't worry, I'm not studying.
Today I printed off over a hundred invites.
I addressed about two hundred envelopes.
I decided to drop French.
I'll try to figure something out. I know there's a loophole somewhere.
I am super hungry right now.
The only thing I had for dinner was two giant carrots and a piece of chicken.
They were full sized carrots, mind you.
I cooked them on the stove top.
I'm in the library, teaching Travis how to not cite things.
Don't worry, I'm not studying.
Today I printed off over a hundred invites.
I addressed about two hundred envelopes.
I decided to drop French.
I'll try to figure something out. I know there's a loophole somewhere.
I am super hungry right now.
The only thing I had for dinner was two giant carrots and a piece of chicken.
They were full sized carrots, mind you.
I cooked them on the stove top.
will work for books
providing of course, that I don't have to pay for food, clothes, housing, internet, tuition, you know...
Yesterday I went to a poetry reading, and afterward I decided that I wanted to buy a book from the poet.
It was 28 dollars.
"Oh," I complained, "I wish that I had endless money to spend only on books of poetry!"
"Don't we all?" said my friend Niki.
Then today I wandered through the BYU book sale, and read through a dozen beautifully illustrated children's books.
"Oh," I said to myself, "all I want are hundreds of these lovely books for my children to read, and hold (and likely scribble and chew on)"
I continued walking through the sale and found a heavy book filled with mouth-watering photographs of chocolate.
"Oh," I may have actually said aloud, to myself, "I wish I had a million dollars to spend on cookbooks, and then ingredients, and cook tasty things for my family."
So. I need several million dollars to spend on books.
and bookcases.
and food.
Here are the three books that I've recently added to my I wish booklist:
l
So if you're thinking to yourself "I don't want to buy Becky and Travis bathtowels or kitchen knives for their wedding," then please feel free to buy us cookbooks (Julia Childs, Martha Stewart and themed cookbooks are my favorite. Theme examples: cupcakes, chocolate, or pies), or children's books, they're almost as pricey as cookbooks! ooor buy a beautiful book of your favorite poetry.
Love, love, love! books.
Yesterday I went to a poetry reading, and afterward I decided that I wanted to buy a book from the poet.
It was 28 dollars.
"Oh," I complained, "I wish that I had endless money to spend only on books of poetry!"
"Don't we all?" said my friend Niki.
Then today I wandered through the BYU book sale, and read through a dozen beautifully illustrated children's books.
"Oh," I said to myself, "all I want are hundreds of these lovely books for my children to read, and hold (and likely scribble and chew on)"
I continued walking through the sale and found a heavy book filled with mouth-watering photographs of chocolate.
"Oh," I may have actually said aloud, to myself, "I wish I had a million dollars to spend on cookbooks, and then ingredients, and cook tasty things for my family."
So. I need several million dollars to spend on books.
and bookcases.
and food.
Here are the three books that I've recently added to my I wish booklist:
l
So if you're thinking to yourself "I don't want to buy Becky and Travis bathtowels or kitchen knives for their wedding," then please feel free to buy us cookbooks (Julia Childs, Martha Stewart and themed cookbooks are my favorite. Theme examples: cupcakes, chocolate, or pies), or children's books, they're almost as pricey as cookbooks! ooor buy a beautiful book of your favorite poetry.
Love, love, love! books.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
hate
I hate languages.
I took two years of Spanish in high school, and semester another at college and I honestly cannot say anything besides: hola, puedo ir la baño? and como estas?
and are those even correct?
I am in my second semester of college french, and I still cannot understand a single word that my professor says.
I cannot even properly introduce myself.
At all.
Every day I sit through an hour of French and wonder what everyone is talking about.
I am honestly considering changing my major.
I love English. The idea literally makes me cry. I want nothing more than to study the beautiful English language, its literature, its poetry, its grammar.
and yet, I have to take and no doubt pass, three more semesters of a language besides English.
Spanish wasn't easier. Please don't tell me to choose an easier language than French.
If I have to learn a language, French is the one for me.
I love French poets, French film, French culture.
I hate French.
I'm going to try to not cry through today's French class. But every time the professor looks at me, all I can say is je ne sais pas.
and I know that I'm pronouncing it wrong.
I took two years of Spanish in high school, and semester another at college and I honestly cannot say anything besides: hola, puedo ir la baño? and como estas?
and are those even correct?
I am in my second semester of college french, and I still cannot understand a single word that my professor says.
I cannot even properly introduce myself.
At all.
Every day I sit through an hour of French and wonder what everyone is talking about.
I am honestly considering changing my major.
I love English. The idea literally makes me cry. I want nothing more than to study the beautiful English language, its literature, its poetry, its grammar.
and yet, I have to take and no doubt pass, three more semesters of a language besides English.
Spanish wasn't easier. Please don't tell me to choose an easier language than French.
If I have to learn a language, French is the one for me.
I love French poets, French film, French culture.
I hate French.
I'm going to try to not cry through today's French class. But every time the professor looks at me, all I can say is je ne sais pas.
and I know that I'm pronouncing it wrong.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Being Wifey
Travis has started calling me wifey.
He thinks it's funny.
Because I am opposed to the word Hubby (first of all, it sounds like my husband is a tubby baby who is not very bright, and second of all, shouldn't it be Husby not Hubby?)
I decided that I can call him Hussy.
It makes sense. Husband. Husssband. Hussy.
I've felt very wifey lately, anyway.
I was lying around my house, determined not to do any homework, and I felt this mad desire to first clean my bathroom (which I did, my sparkling toilet, and perfectly draining tub are evident) and then bake cookies for Travis (which were TASTY!) then reorganize my already organized cupboards, then do some mending, which included fixing my sewing machine, which an unnamed roommate broke.
Cleaning, cooking, sewing. Who am I? I love it.
Tonight I am making a pie for FHE, because one of Trav's friends gave him a bushel of apples from the tree in her yard.
Because I still feel like I'm playing house, it's still very fun. I no longer cry when confronted with unwashed dishes (I HATE dishes more than any other household chore), but instead I gladly wash them so when people come over they can see what a good little homemaker I am.
Travis and I have started making married friends, too. Stephanie and Jacob, who we went to church with us, and are going to split the internet, and who lent us a can opener before Travis learned to cut cans with a knife (I am against this can cutting.)
It's fun.
I like being pretend-married.
Soon it will be real.
One month.
p.s. my house is sparkling clean today.
as it is most days.
He thinks it's funny.
Because I am opposed to the word Hubby (first of all, it sounds like my husband is a tubby baby who is not very bright, and second of all, shouldn't it be Husby not Hubby?)
I decided that I can call him Hussy.
It makes sense. Husband. Husssband. Hussy.
I've felt very wifey lately, anyway.
I was lying around my house, determined not to do any homework, and I felt this mad desire to first clean my bathroom (which I did, my sparkling toilet, and perfectly draining tub are evident) and then bake cookies for Travis (which were TASTY!) then reorganize my already organized cupboards, then do some mending, which included fixing my sewing machine, which an unnamed roommate broke.
Cleaning, cooking, sewing. Who am I? I love it.
Tonight I am making a pie for FHE, because one of Trav's friends gave him a bushel of apples from the tree in her yard.
Because I still feel like I'm playing house, it's still very fun. I no longer cry when confronted with unwashed dishes (I HATE dishes more than any other household chore), but instead I gladly wash them so when people come over they can see what a good little homemaker I am.
Travis and I have started making married friends, too. Stephanie and Jacob, who we went to church with us, and are going to split the internet, and who lent us a can opener before Travis learned to cut cans with a knife (I am against this can cutting.)
It's fun.
I like being pretend-married.
Soon it will be real.
One month.
p.s. my house is sparkling clean today.
as it is most days.
Friday, September 4, 2009
un nouveau nom
this blog's name will soon be officially changed.
Not that you care, probably.
You may notice the new header.
What do you think?
Not that you care, probably.
You may notice the new header.
What do you think?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
picture poll
here are my top three choices of photos to be sent out with the invites:
this is a fake poll.
Which do you like a,b,c?
Trav still gets to pick out his three favorite, and then we can really start making decisions.
a.
b.
c.
At first I was afraid of using a. because it seemed a lot like everyone's engagement pictures, but the medium is different, I think we both look cute... I am a little worried about b. because we're not really smiling, and c. is so far away but I think it's the coolest of the three.
Give me your thoughts
this is a fake poll.
Which do you like a,b,c?
Trav still gets to pick out his three favorite, and then we can really start making decisions.
a.
b.
c.
At first I was afraid of using a. because it seemed a lot like everyone's engagement pictures, but the medium is different, I think we both look cute... I am a little worried about b. because we're not really smiling, and c. is so far away but I think it's the coolest of the three.
Give me your thoughts
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
pictures! pictures! pictures!
I love them.
But I don't just love them, I'm completely crazy about them.
To explain, it was hard to take these because to take the best Holgas, it needs to be bright and hot and SUPER light out. But to take any other picture in the world the opposite is true.
Christine Armbruster of Bright-Eyed photography took these. You can see them all here.
So these first half are taken with a canon... hmm, I don't remember what type of camera she had.
But I LOVE them.
We took them out in Benjamin, a little town west of Spanish Fork that no one knows about.
Thanks to a beastly field of alfalfa, I have 18 bug bites on one leg, and 13 on the other.
These are the holgas and my FAVORITE. The reason we asked Christine to take our pictures were because we saw a picture of our friend that she had taken with a Holga, and we loved it.
I think we're going to send out Holgas with our announcments.
Oh my goodness. They're amazing.
The ones above and below are two of my favorite holgas, but aren't quite what we want for the announcements. Needless to say, they will be hung on our wall.
asap.
p.s. I'm not sure if you're actually supposed to be looking at that site, since they're still unedited proofs. BUT if you are going to look at them then it's a little tricky. Here are my hints. DON'T click on the tiny pictures, click on the magnifying glass, or click on View Category Slide Show.
Ooooh. Aren't they pretty?
I'm sitting in my poetry class
and I can't decide if I should drop it.
My teacher is clearly crazyish.
Her class will be super hard.
BUUUUT, I WANT TO TAKE THIS CLASS.
This class is writing and studying contemporary poetry.
I want to read the books that we have to buy. I want to write poetry and have it be critiqued, because I am good at reading poetry, but I'm not very good at writing poetry.
I love to read poetry, and I love to write it, but this class seems to go beyond what is okay, or sane.
Sane at all.
Crazy.
I think after I check out my Hemmingway class that I will choose between them, and decide which class will be harder and which teacher is more crazy.
Also, that is a picture of Mary Oliver, one of my favorite contemporary poets.
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