A HAMPTONS MUSE WITH IOWA BEGINNINGS
The poet Lucas Hunt and I met for a chat in the main lobby of the New York Public Library, where words are currency for the curious. I’ve always believed that if the cumulative sweat, inspiration, desperation, and obsessiveness poured into creating the miles of books here were to erupt in one moment, we’d hear a Krakatoa of thought and expression, a big bang that would echo about the cosmos. Read More >