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Often when I go out I
put in my coat pocket
some paper and a pencil
in case I want to
write something down
well there they are
My picture of James Laughlin is indivisible from the place where he lived, a small town in northwestern Connecticut where even today nature remains dominant. Waves of hills cut by headlong brooks, second-growth forest of tall white pine, birch and hardwood cut by old logging roads, glacial boulders in the fields—and strong weather, especially long, cold, snowy winters: reputedly the highest point in the state, Norfolk is known as the Ice Box of Connecticut.
After I taught at the University of Minnesota, I moved to St. Paul, Minnesota, where I became again an Instructor [at Macalester College]. At a certain distressing period of my own life [October 1964], I fell ill. Suddenly, during a visiting in an afternoon, John Berryman appeared. I had some good friends then. . . But you can understand how startled and awakened I felt to see John Berryman, to me a shockingly great artist, appear at my bedside, asking me if he could help me. As long as I live on this earth, I will never forget his request. I answered.