When you come back to New England from elsewhere you realize how pronounced our seasons are, and how human scale (or, from a Western point of view, bunched all together) our buildings and people have been. I like it here. (And I see, now more than formerly, why visitors from Western and Central Europe sometimes flee New England for other parts of America that look more “American,” more unlike what they know.)
I’ve got a piece on poetry and Project Runway up at the Poetry Foundation site today, and re-posted at the Huffington Post. Silliman correctly predicted the lineup for the finale. (I would have had Shirin, rather than Althea– but what do I know?)
I’m also in last month’s Believer (they come thick and fast these days! like the falling leaves), writing about Liz Waldner. More, as they used to say in newsrooms, TK.
