The love song of B. Folds and N. Hornby

Prizes, readings, publications -- they're all part of the drill for high-flying poetesses these days. But every now and again, a particularly lucky poetess will get this: a love poem by Nick Hornby, set to the music of Ben Folds, performed by an acne-ridden redhead who spins around in his desk chair and screams your name while waving flashcards filled with poetic vocabulary.

We thought Saskia Hamilton was doing well when she edited that Robert Lowell letter collection. We cheered her on when she won a Lilly Fellowship. We're impressed by her teaching position at Barnard. But we understand that this is what she was going for all along.