THERE IS NO PRICE TO PAY
So, several weeks ago I bought a poetry book for $36. A special poetry book. Then I got a THANK YOU card this weekend from its publisher, someone I've never met but who is undoubtedly a special person (and not just for being a poetry publisher). Here's what the card partly said:
I've been carrying around your check for a month now and I have to send it back. You do such wonderful things for art and poetry. It would do much more to be in your bank account than mine...
What a moment.
Another example of Poetry not having recessions...or: Poetry is a Gift.