So I'm actually going to read a poem of his
from his first collection as a kind of invocation.
It's called Of Mule and Deer.
Out of a tin, cold, murmuring black wood lightly you lope
Pale deer lifting a story of pages
Lifting a story from pages of snow
Nothing turns in your eye, they say
Toward the tin, cold, and murmuring black wood
I bear a display case of blue light
Say it was the sky
Say all you want, it was the sky
In addition to being an amazing poet, as you've heard,
Farid is really good at taking selfies, the arms.
So I'm going to ask him to indulge me for a second,
and I hope you'll all indulge me in taking--
my phone's right there, babe--
taking a selfie with us.
You got to do your arm.
Oh, I got it.
It's locked.
Sorry.
[LAUGHTER]
We do this all the time.
It's totally--
[LAUGHTER]
OK.
Can everybody squeeze in?
[LAUGHTER]
Yeah, once again.
And of course, I do.
OK, everybody wave.
Best poetry audience in America, say cheese.
OK.
[LAUGHTER]
Yay.
Thank you.
OK.
Thank you so much.
[LAUGHTER]
All right.