Dave, this is a wonderful reading of a wonderful poet.

The poem about waking up in a panic–I don’t see how it could have influenced my own experience of the same. I couldn’t remember who I was, how could I remember a goddamn poem? But, undoubtedly, a memory of Tranströmer’s account must have crept into the way I wrote mine. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten so completely under my skin.

I love Tranströmer, and I am so glad that you–and now, your readers–are reading him.

p.s. “Gross” doesn’t bother me at all. I think the context rules out the slang meaning entirely.