Blot Some days it is hard to get writing. Amalek. Amalek. Amalek. Amalek. Amalek. Amalek. Amalek.
The Amalek Poems — 1
WHAT’S NEW I will drink champagne to be polite at weddings and on New Year’s Eve, but I don’t like the taste, and besides, the first of January never began anything worth my caring about. I will keep worthier New Years: the first day of school, my birthday, or yours, the remembered date of the day we met in Cambridge, give me any of those to start with, a day of resolutions and promises, for looking back at the tracks of time that lead to all of this and point away into all of whatever’s coming next, I mark that day with a white stone. The Amalek Poems — 2