These are not poetic times. We live and breathe prose.
We Are the Eighth Day, © Melanie Weidner
When arguments fail us, we turn to words of wonder.
A new biography reveals the poet’s devotion to his vocation. It also reveals his loneliness.
(Roger Lundin 1949–2015)
Baldwin’s words in Raoul Peck’s film indict us, but they also help us envision a new future.
Why baseball is best on the radio