Pausing

From the AP wire: "Poland's 1996 Nobel Prize-winning poet Wislawa Szymborska, whose simple words and playful verse plucked threads of irony and empathy out of life, has died. She was 88."

When I went to NYC in 1996, I stumbled about toting my copy of Gravity's Rainbow and appearing lost. I finally went out to see Joel on Long island. He had a poem from Ms. Szymborska on his fridge. We communed over such. That was a lifetime ago.