There are a lot of things I love in life: coffee, croissants and a real newspaper in the morning; slipping between the closing doors of a departing subway train; Annie Hall. But few things top the feeling of publishing a new poem.
I had to pause before the counter and pay tribute to a time when I had spooned heaping amounts into my still-laughing mouth and felt love and recognize, despite my self-aggrandizing pity, that I had known and would know again some kind of love, in whatever form. Via The Farmer General, read more
I am in a major first romance. I am 36 years old: a stock-taking point in life. A point at which you begin to understand the broad contours of the things you will and will not have: the career as it has taken shape, the dreams as they have fallen away, the places you have visited but will probably never see again. Via The Farmer General, read more
You saw the flower arrangements. You ate steak. And you couldn’t help but look out over the cool, dark expanse of Central Park and the fading sparkle of north Manhattan. Via Gawker, read more
Is a Broadway musical always best served by live performers, or do some productions have a particular artistic vision that, for better or worse, excludes a formal strings section? Via WQXR, read more
“It resonates with America because the Declaration of Arbroath was used as a kind of foundation for America’s Declaration of Independence,” said Margaret Kennedy, president of the National Tartan Day New York Committee. Via WNYC, read more