Letter to Oskar Pollack

For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we would before the entrance to Hell.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.

The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Second Coming by Yeats

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned

Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

Litany by Billy Collins

You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on the counter, or the house of cards.

Bill Cunningham New York

Bill’s face was fixed in study. He was absorbed in the reality of the beautiful dress back he photographed, and the faux pas missed his attention entirely.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.

If you tell me I have to double the profit of Hermès, I will do it tomorrow. But then you’d have no Hermès left in five years.

O Jerusalem

I want to revisit the idea of having a Jerusalem because, amazingly enough, a young boy from the slums of India showed me what a city on a hill should really look like.

Holy Writ tells us in the Book of Revelations that at the end of days ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes.’ It takes nothing from the loveliness of the verse to say that is exactly what He will need to do.

Heaven, I'm in

I'm waking from a vivid dream in yet another place; the life of the consultant seems unnaturally inclined toward foreign bedrooms. I need to get over that moment of confusion and irritation at expecting a more familiar ceiling.

Ozymandias, or A Morality Play

A ruin is a reminder that a culture lived as we live today - loved as fiercely, drank as deeply, warred as foolishly. I am forced as a student of the Classics to believe in the tidal power of ancient societies, because while their amenities might not have included air conditioning, their lives, as [Thomas](http://www.bigeye.com/donotgo.htm) mused, forked lightning that illuminates the looming uncertain darkness of our own future.

Backlog of Prayers

I am forced to wonder if there were a way to buy a pre-prayed rosary at Catholic sanctuaries.


It was cancer, though, / that faded your lips from red to blue. / I can’t forget that.

Notes on Scandal

Ah, but what a god! He who makes the highest temples of heaven tremble with his explosions! / Should not I, a poor little man, do the same? / I did it just *this* way and am pleased.

In Praise of Dirty Capitalism

In a society that will cremate a projected 36% of its dead in 2010, any American is likely to desecrate a burial site when they camp in a beautiful stretch of woods or sail on Lake Michigan.

Grant Park Music Festival Soars at Diminuendo

When Mr. Petrillo started providing free concerts in 1935, he wanted to have “accessible music”; however, the experience has changed. Or, more disturbing, our interpretation of the experience has changed.


What I really mean to say is this - As a Classicist, I never imagined India would be the first part of his empire that I'd set foot in.

When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.