and we had milkshakes

more from the paris review interview with poet jack gilbert:

Later, I was living in the East Village and this one night there was pounding on the door and there was Cleve [Moffet, a writer] standing in the hall. He was agitated and said, They’re looking all over for you. I asked who, and he explained that somebody wanted to give me the Yale prize. I didn’t know what to do, how to express it. I took him out with my two friends and we had milkshakes.