Sounds like a dream, but decades ago this happened: I was working late at Rolling Stone & got a call on my direct line from someone on the road with Bruce & the E Street Band. Bruce wanted to perform some r&r classic that night, but no one could remember the words. Did I happen to know the lyrics?

In the 1960s, I remember running all over this ship; my parents would be seeing friends off before their voyage across the Atlantic, and we kids would go exploring. The whole thing was so huge, I’d be scared that we would forget to disembark in time.

Fresh starts! I've felt voiceless lately and am here to disprove that false belief. Excited to use this platform to share news and ideas and connect with humanity. Exhale. Follow me and I'll follow you.✍️

…now, we mix in even more Louise Glück…

By way of introduction…

“The immortal is scraped unconsenting from the mortal” — I didn’t have Robert Lowell predicting AI, either, but I guess that’s why we’re so lucky to have poets