It’s finally springtime in New York, though you can’t quite tell it yet from the air; or trees; or things people are wearing. I was out walking with a photographer friend and he took this lovely picture of the Central Park Reservoir, one of my most favorite spots in the city: I love the skyline from … Continue reading Words & Pictures
This poem by Theodore Rothke, which Kurt Vonnegut included in the intro to Slaughterhouse Five. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow I feel my fate in what I cannot fear I learn by going where I have to go. *** I’ve always loved this one. But it’s actually not the first poem … Continue reading On Theodore Rothke and misinterpretation.
This from The Rubaiyat Omar Khayyam (verses LXXI – LXXIII): The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’d we … Continue reading A scientist-poet. From 12th century Persia. On Writing.
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