I just saw a note I made when thinking about poetry. I wrote the name "George Bilgere" in a list of poets I have paid attention to. He wrote the poem "Once again, I fail to read an important novel". He goes on to write "We sit together at the fountain, the important novel and I. We are having coffee together." I saw the name during the hour that my book club was discussing the novel "Demon Copperhead". I did read a synopsis of "Demon" but I had already committed myself to other things this afternoon and never Zoomed in. It seems poetically ironic that I spotted the name of that poet during the time I wasn't attending the meeting.
I am well known by some for attending book discussions and other events without the usual preparation.
