reading

Nobody tells you how to go about the actual daily life of a poet. I had lazily always figured it would “just happen,” and never gave it much thought. So I take a stab at it… Read Louise Glück’s Meadowlands and the new Nikki Giovanni collection, and bought a plain old large notebook, of the … Continue reading reading

qotd

DAWN, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe … Continue reading qotd

nyc

New York City is, as I had thought it would be, busy being New York City. As the plane passed over Manhattan on its way to LGA, I could see even that its wound is healing: the WTC site, from the air, looks much less like the site of a disaster, and rather now the … Continue reading nyc