I met some interesting Norwegians recently, poets and otherwise, got me thinking about this reading last year, which I was very proud of. Not just because I like Endre, respect him too, and that we share some similarities in our lives, but because I lived in Norway before I went to university, lived in Oslo, and the people there took care of me when I needed it, over nearly a year all told, in between less gentle travels. Norway will always be a lofty place in my mind. When Utoeya happened it hit me, and when then I found myself reading this with Endre, it stayed with me. Endre and I wrote together for a bit, but it fizzled. Next year, maybe, another Norwegian poetry thing, we'll see...
