Four New York Times journalists -- ANTHONY SHADID, LYNSEY ADDARIO, STEPHEN FARRELL and TYLER HICKS-- were kidnapped earlier this month in Libya. Today they jointly published the first-person account of their ordeal in an article titled, "4 Times Journalists Held Captive in Libya Faced Days of Brutality".
It is incredibly gripping. Here's a snip where they write of their driver:
From the pickup, Lynsey saw a body outstretched next to our car, one arm outstretched. We still don’t know whether that was Mohammed. We fear it was, though his body has yet to be found.
If he died, we will have to bear the burden for the rest of our lives that an innocent man died because of us, because of wrong choices that we made, for an article that was never worth dying for.
No article is, but we were too blind to admit that.
All hail these great American artists and their employer.
Here's a set of images from my recent trip to Boulder, CO.
Every time I travel to another city, I locate the best used bookstores and go there so as to build my poetry book collection. I search for books under a number of criteria:
As you can imagine, this is almost always the case. But it wasn't yesterday. I was at Red Letter Book Store in Boulder, CO. an I found a review copy I sent out in 1995. I apparently *was* going to give the book to "Mark and Julie", and right now I can't remember who those people are (help?).
One cool thing is that it includes the two things I always put in my review copies-- the "coming soon" sheet for the new titles that were coming out soon (none of which ever came out, btw) and a promotional poster designed by Jonny Stepping.
Sometimes it's nice to have a background as a mildly successful but ultimately failed poet. Yesterday was one of those days.