i cannot remember which marian was that gave the keys to the city to robert duncan. those were the days before we had poet laureates, but there was that one acknowledgement. i wanted to remember that. and libraries. i would be dead if it were not for libraries. they were shelter, information, everything he could not find out of school -- you could not find out at school. a place to be. in second grade, my father took me six blocks from my house to the carroll street library and home again. shhe said, "you have your card. you are on my own." that was a delightful experience. i started to read my way through sections, and that is what i would do, until i discovered poetry and then i did not read my way through any other section. in a poem, you could hold inconsistency. i could not understand what it bothered with fiction. i read some and liked it, but the world was so much more complex than any fiction book i ever read except maybe the tale of benji. it was where you could go when it was too late in the house, which is, having an american family -- 99% of the time it w