My friend and collaborator Seamus Heaney was buried two months ago. It seemed particularly cruel to me that we would lose a poetic giant in a time when the need for a return to language seems to be vital to the future of humanity.
The sale of poet and scholar Roy Davids' remarkable poetry collection, part of which took place at Bonhams Auction House in London this past week, offered us a glimpse of just how valuable collectors consider rare poetry manuscripts to be.
Fedele Spadafora is a New York artist who is in the home stretch of that anxious journey which characterizes the development of the technically-trained painter: he is just about done making pictures in homage to his skills, and has nearly made his skills the servants of a vision.
The trials and tribulations, both artistic and personal, of this singular crew would make a compelling story. However, the characters of February House are drawn in brushstrokes; there isn't enough at stake.
Confessing our uncertainties in the face of complex circumstances may prove finally to be a very good thing, even something of a gift. They bring us face to face with the limit where human understanding fails.
In a plot line inspired by Robert Frost's poem "Road Not Taken," fictional character Archie Andrews has already proposed to Veronica and will propose to Betty next month. I wonder what it would be like if other comics were inspired by poems...
The expectation that most of the audience would rush out and purchase the book, as Oprah's audience does today, was not there. With a good book reviewer, you didn't need to do any page turning yourself.
If you deprive people of the solace of a moral system of meaningful connection with something bigger than themselves, you aren't just stripping away window dressing, but demolishing the supporting structure of a happy life