take me out to the something

out of towners in this weekend. it's funny how you look at a city you know so well - or think you do - when you have another reason to share it.

Not a bad life at all

from the NYT
May 16, 2006

Stanley Kunitz, Poet Laureate, Dies at 100

By CHRISTOPHER LEHMANN-HAUPT

Stanley Kunitz, who was one of the most acclaimed and durable American poets of the last century and who, at age 95, was named poet laureate of the United States, died on Sunday at his home in Manhattan. He was 100 and also had a home in Provincetown, Mass.

Mr. Kunitz wrote slowly, usually on an old manual typewriter, sometimes holding on to a poem for years before letting it go. He preferred to work at night, perhaps reflecting the restless nights he endured as a child. He insisted that the secret to his longevity was his attitude: "I'm curious," he told People. "I'm active. I garden and I write and I drink martinis."

In an interview in The New York Times last year, he said he had become reconciled to death and gave little thought to his legacy. "Immortality?" he said, "It's not anything I'd lose sleep over."

Of his work, he told People: "The deepest thing I know is that I am living and dying at once, and my conviction is to report that self-dialogue."

In the concluding stanza of "The Long Boat" he wrote:

Peace! Peace!
To be rocked by the Infinite!
As if it didn't matter
which way was home;
as if he didn't know
he loved the earth so much
he wanted to stay forever.

None Shall Pass

(without prominent display of pre-approved lobster bibs)

springtime's coming

actually, i guess it's nearly summer, but whatever. back are the days when you can see the following things in just a few hours time. i'm glad.