Doty talked about Stanley Kunitz, and read his poem "Heaven for Stanley," and talked about how really old people seem like they're always about to die and then they don't. Sounds like my great-grandmother Nana. She died at 98 1/2.
Anyway, about Kunitz: he said Kunitz wrote his best poems in his 70s (true), and wondered aloud, How does a poet get better? How do we become more vulnerable? More open to experiencing the world, better at describing it, better at letting our feelings be real and be open?
I am walking around wondering, now, how do I become vulnerable in the first place?