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Sunday, June 20, 2004
Browsing aimlessly in a bookstore this afternoon, I come across the work of a guy I knew in college - the TA of my first poetry class. Larry Levis. Sweet, rumpled, disorganized, passionate about poetry. And, it turns out, dead. At 49, in 1996, a bad heart. A month ago, another friend from college, Jim Knudsen. Since last I saw him, he'd married, fathered two kids, had a career, published two novels. And died. In the bare instant that seems to have passed since then, whole lives.
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