I had several friends tell me that I should go see this exhibit - several friends and the Metro, which has shown itself as faithful of service and as mercurial of temperament as any companion. Then, when I was at the National Gallery on an unrelated errand, I saw this image (the poster for the […]

Part I of our three-part series, “Missed Connections”
I like drunk people. If everything else falls through I’ll become a bartender. I like the pratfalls and the goldfish-memory; I enjoy watching people make the same incredibly witty remark or having the same profound insight, at seven-minute intervals over the course of an […]

I woke this morning up to half a world
Through one eye saw the half-men rise to work;
Half-cars were parked on half of every street.
Half-coffee poured out into splintered mugs,
The bosses gave half-orders.
Half-papers, half unfolded, told the news,
(or half of it) to only half their readers:
Of half the world’s plunge midway into chaos,
Of politicians telling quarter-truths.
After […]

It was much too much the way of native British orthodoxy, to talk of this terrible
Revolution as if it were the only harvest ever known under the skies
that had not been sown–as if nothing had ever been done, or omitted
to be done, that had led to it–as if observers of the wretched
millions in France, and […]