Seventeen 14 June 2002 Hannaford brought over his poetry box yesterday afternoon and, to paraphrase my father, when the doctors finally tell me I have a month to live, Ill spend it with Hannaford and his poetry box because then itll feel like a year. The case of a Victrola, its innards removed and replaced with rotating wheels of words assembled from printing-press letters. He turns the crank, ...