Saturday, November 26, 2011

Dreaming in Swedish

My poems are meeting places.  Their intent is to make a sudden connection 
between aspects of reality that conventional languages and outlooks ordinarily keep apart.
—Tomas Tranströmer

On a bitter winter evening this past February, I left the bustling warmth of New York City’s Grand Central Station and headed to Scandinavia House.  The wind blew frigid air at me in a sideways slant, the sort of weather that usually keeps me pinned to my chair at home.  But there was a concert on, and I’d arranged to meet a fellow named Michael Douglas Jones.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Finnegan's Hat

When Dylan Mattingly first introduced me to violinist Finnegan Shanahan, Shanahan was wearing a hat.  He and Mattingly conferred about whether he should wear it during the Contemporaneous concert that night, and they decided:  no hat.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Fall, Interrupted

In October, we like to look out at the hills and watch the color coming on.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

In the Beginning, Cracked Duck Eggs

After a far-too-early blast of winter here and a power outage that wouldn’t quit, it’s not surprising that the re-dawn of electrical power might call to mind the beginning of the world.
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