Apr 10 2003

We were reading to ourselves. Sometimes to others. I was quietly reading the margin when the doves fell, it was blue outside. Perhaps in a moment, he said. The moment never came. I was reading something else now, it didnít matter. Other people came and dropped off their rÈsumÈs. I wasnít being idle, exactly. Someone wanted to go away altogether in this preposterous season. from Chinese Whispers Professor Ashbery, the Charles P. Stevenson Jr. Professor of...