Summer 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 2008 |

Grievous Angel

Hope you know a lot more than you believe in     — Gram Parsons I used to believe more than I knew—now there's only the rain I rely on, season of monsoon moving across the Plains. Round here you can see the storms arrive from a ways away. By the self-serve island off the interstate a lone seagull wanders, walking nowhere near water. Who wants always to be right? Or alive? Soon enough, the sand filling the mouth And—

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Kevin Young is the author of ten books of poetry, most recently Blue Laws: Selected & Uncollected Poems, 1995–2015. His Book of Hours was a finalist for the Kingsley Tufts Prize; his book The Grey Album won the PEN Open Award, the Graywolf Nonfiction Prize, and was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award in criticism. This essay has been adapted from Bunk: The Rise of Hoaxes, Humbug, Plagiarists, Phonies, Post-Facts, and Fake News, longlisted for the National Book Award.

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