Does anyone know how much The New Yorker pays for each poem they publish?
Occasionally I look at (even sometimes read) Charles Simic's editorial
choices for the Paris Review, but I was not that intrigued by his own work
when I first encountered him within the contexts of "5 Blind Men" and
Kayak. I can remember nothing from a lunch Howard Schwartz and I had with
him when he was at Cal State, Hayward in the early seventies, other than my
continuing impression that he's not a bad guy.
Wish I could follow exactly how you treated your source, Hal, but in 95
degree heat I'm not immediately going to rush off to a library which might
have bound volumes of The New Yorker.
Barry Alpert
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