Before my reading I had a public conversation with Michael March:
Michael March was born in 1946 in New York—a time when the cold war swung low over blue alligator sewers—and the gods retained life in their own keeping.
He is the author of five collections of poetry: Goya, When she danced, Disappearance, Only a Promise, and The Way Back.
“Without poetry—there would be chaos. Dogs bark at strangers—but these are the loved roads.” Michael March lives in Prague.'
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I met Michael somewhere in 2007 in New York. We took an immediate liking to each other. At least that’s what he said tonight in public, so I can repeat it here.
Michael wrote: “What are the markets saying—?/ Only the future exists.”
(Read the poem here.)
Yes, the market is our dearest sphinx.