Mark Rudman

Mark Rudman’s Rider Quintet won the National Book Critics Award.

Poem: ‘Provo’

Mark Rudman, 16 September 1999

It’s hard to get anywhere in Utah without going through Provo. I can’t tell you the number of times I went there as a teenager, the number Of times I drove into town in the early Afternoon, hungry, and had to look around For a place to eat. You don’t have to starve In Provo but you eat at your own risk. At no risk. I would never have gone to Provo On my own. I went...

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