Yale poet Louise Gluck just won the Nobel Prize for Literature. I'm no Gluck expert, but these are lines I like: In the splitting up dream we were fighting over who would keep the dog, Blizzard. You tell me what that name means. He was a cross between something big and fluffy and a dachshund. Does this have to be the male and female genitalia? Poor Blizzard, why was he a dog? He barely touched the hummus in his dogfood dish. Then there was something else, a sound. Like gravel being moved. Or sand? The speaker is addressing her ex-husband or ex-boyfriend. She is describing a dream. This involved a fight over ownership of a dog (a fictional dog) -- "Blizzard." The dog seems to represent the actual relationship; he is a cross between a big fluffy pelvic triangle and a penis ("a dachshund"). The dream grows stranger; there is untouched hummus in the dogfood dish. Then, from some other area of the house: a sound of sand moving? I like the fury and the who-gives-a-fuc...