There’s a vulgar little thought that keeps intruding when I am trying to think about anything else.
A perennial and increasingly fevered subject of conversation in this fractured moment is…
Four weeks ago, I was wide-eyed and crazy. I was accused by people who try to love me of isolating myself from society for no…
Normal years do not begin quite like that.
There is something which is said just enough to seep into my consciousness, but never enough — before now — that I could…
Cavafy wrote a poem over a century ago with a title from which my heading is taken.