President Barack Obama presents the National Humanities Medal to poet Louise Gluck during an East Room ceremony at the White House September 22, 2016 in Washington, D.C. (Photo by Alex Wong/Getty Images)
OF COURSE, WE KNOW WHO SHE IS.
The New Yorker writer Dan Chiasson gives us a fond introduction to Louise Gluck, Nobel Laureate 2020 for literature. We can read this and say with a straight face “Oh, yes, she is remarkable” when the vast majority of us never heard of her.
Shame, shame on us.
And for those who knew of her glory—yes, you told us so and we’re not worthy.
Louise Gluck: hooray!
Click here and be enlightened and feel the dusty veil of ignorance be swept away with one puny magazine article. If only life could be so easy. Then I moved to North Park.
A GLUCK SAMPLER:
Life is very weird, no matter how it ends,
very filled with dreams. Never
will I forget your face, your frantic human eyes
swollen with tears.
I thought my life was over and my heart was broken.
Then I moved to Cambridge.