Touched by your goodness, I am like
that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby
that someone had smashed and somehow
heaved through an open window.
And you might think by this I mean I’m broken
or abandoned, or unloved. Truth is, I don’t
know exactly what I am, any more
than the wreckage in the alley knows
it’s a piano, filling [...]
You can imagine my surprise when I read your letter and discovered that you–a master of the craft, as it’s often said–felt like a fraud, much as I do this morning, sitting blank before an empty page. How you pleaded with your editor and his brilliant, hemmoraging pen to spare you the embarrassment of being [...]
“But you can not go on ‘explaining away’ for ever: you will find that you have explained explanation itself away. You can not go on ’seeing through’ things forever. The whole point of seeing through something is to see something through it. It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street or [...]
I slept music the whole night long—guitar strumming, the in-and-exhale of accordion breath, dreamy melodies voiced by reverbed guitar, and the pulse of feet tapping on hard wood floors—I lay there swimming in notes, as if sleeping fresh off a bottle of wine, in and out of consciousness.
We had met at M’s place, the three [...]