Most of you who *know* me know that I have a handful of heroes. Madelaine L’Engle. Annie Dillard. And Rosmarie Waldrop.

I was introduced to Rosmarie Waldrop two summers ago in modern American poetry. I started reading her book The Reproduction of Profiles and it was indescribable. Her poetry rocked my world and I began to devour it. I knew, almost immediately, that this was IT for me. It’s a much longer story, but I worked it out to change my concentration in the master’s program in order that I might be allowed to write my thesis on Waldrop.

As I have said before, my greatest joy in life is to find something brilliant and to be able to share that brilliance with someone else who can appreciate it as well. This is why I want to edit books. I want to have a hand in sharing with the world the things that are true and beautiful in this world.

So, when I started this blog I didn’t debate the title for a second. I knew what it would be. “Feverish Propositions” is one of Waldrop’s poem. I HIGHLY recommend that you listen to it (poetry is meant to be listened to), but if you don’t have speakers, it may be read.

That’s all for now. I am taking a break from scrubbing the floors with comet and a scrub brush, on my heads and knees. No, I am not lying. This is my coping mechanism.