It's finally here - Shahid's collected poems. All 512 pages of it.
Now all I have to do is decide whether I want to be all snobbish and stick with the individual volumes (of which I have ALL), or fork out the dough to buy the collected works.
In other news, it turns out that the best book of 2008 was not Marilynne Robinson's Home or Bolano's 2666. I'm only 50 pages through it, but I suspect it's going to turn out to be the collected Jack Spicer.