In honor of today’s World Cup final, I am posting a photo I took of W.H. Auden’s poem “In Memory of W. B. Yeats” while in Rio last year.
I love the line that goes: “Poetry makes nothing happen.” It is, somehow, true. But then, somehow, it’s not.
Read Rio de Janeiro, Sept 2013
Always a pleasure to reread this story, one of my all-time
It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen drank too
March is one of those months that feels like a thirty-day supply