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Hannah VanderHart lives by a grey river that she does not visit enough.

She would be happy to bring back the poetic proposition that so put IA Richards out of joint.

She is amazed by the risks that contemporary women poets take and applauds each one. She claps loudest for Susan and Fanny Howe, Anne Carson, and Emily Dickinson who had no business living solely in the 19th century. The attar of the rose lives on.

Hannah would rather you have healthy ideological habits/frequent interrogation of one’s own philosophy than healthy eating or long walks or hot baths or whatever the current fad is; marathons.

As for beach reading: DH Lawrence and Woolf should be your constant beach companions.

If you long for the company of grumpy, brilliant men Geoffrey Hill Milton Blake Frost these men should set you right and make you long for Marie Howe.

Future plans (“I see the future. It is there, poised over the street, hardly more dim than the present.” -Sartre. Nausea) include a flock of Chinese geese and children.