27. Stephen Todd Booker,

ein Mörder, der seit 26 Jahren in der Todeszelle sitzt, ist ein Dichter. Ein „amerikanischer Archetyp“, da er im Gefängnis zu schreiben begann. / NYT *) 9.3.04 Leseprobe:

Only twice in twelve long years
Has the Self in me transformed
To weighing less than a cent,
And blended with the evening,
Or heard ringing in my ears,
Or seen a star do its thing,
Umbrellaed aloft on air.
Swooping into a huge swarm
Of mosquitoes and gnats, there,
On velvety wings, I went
Gliding and eating until
Chilled to my buoyant marrow,
Convinced not to eat my fill,
To leave some for tomorrow.