Over the weekend I began reading Garrison Keillor's new little volume of poetry: 77 Love Sonnets. Quite a blend here: from lovely, to erotic, to zany. But Keillor always entertains and he's not a bad poet, especially of light verse.
His sonnet on John Updike was revealing, and I enjoyed even the crazy sonnets, where Keillor strayed outside the mainstream of the iambic pentameter and the abab rhyme scheme of the Shakespearean and ventured into his own odd territories of half-rhyme and meter.
Reading Keillor's sonnets made me look forward to November 1, when I get to post my charge conference report on this blog. My report this year is a sonnet, of course.
I can only hope the bishop reads it.
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