Good morning. I’m Wayne Koestenbaum, your host for today.
Here I am in 1984, right after I moved to New York City. That year I read John Ashbery’s A Wave. From his poem, “But What is the Reader to Make of This?”:
We have lived blasphemously in history
And nothing has hurt us or can.
But beware of the monstrous tenderness, for out of it
The same blunt archives loom. Facts seize hold of the web
And leave it ash. Still, it is the personal,
Interior life that gives us something to think about.
The rest is only drama.