As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

I think a blog is a catalyst for a number of possible kinds of writing besides being its own medium.

I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.

There's nothing compared to the history of writing about the city of New York that you get, say, in Charles Reznikoff.

Basically when I'm walking I'm not consciously writing or intending anything. In the manner I have learned from meditation practice, I let things unfold.