Daisy Fried gave an excellent reading at MIT last night. Her work is pretty much narrative/elegiac but there is something very compelling about it. It is almost prose, but also somehow inherently poetic. Refreshing to remember that the Confessionals have not totally ruined this mode for all time. I don't always like poems that feel so...human...but in this instance the poems adumbrate the joys and sublimities of being so. There's also something very sexy about them, I suppose something to do with their unselfconscious humanity. Anyway, check out her book She Didn't Mean to Do It if you haven't.