A lifelong fascination with natural forms and outer space is at the heart of Hunt’s sculptures and paintings.
Everyone in New York has cried a wall of tears since it happened.
Every time I see a construction worker, Red Cross worker, Salvation Army captain, policeman, fireman, Sanitation Department broom pusher walk by my Greenwich Street window, I want to cheer and weep—this brave parade to the pit of doom.
In his recently published poetry collection The Way Back, Wyn Cooper has assembled a full-blown chorus of beautiful losers, their voices profoundly anchored in enough wistfulness and borderline regret to make for an unexpected dignity. (His poem “Fun” provided the lyrics for Sheryl Crow’s Grammy Award-winning hit “All I Wanna Do.”) “Guys with names like 8-ball” live in these poems.
“Nietzsche says we can’t see around our own corner. I only think that it’s very, very hard.”