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Helena Fitzgerald

  • ALBUMS OF OUR LIVES: BOB DYLAN’S BLONDE ON BLONDE

    The album was the warm yellow window of someone else’s house as you walk by on a cold night. Listening to it was the feeling you get when you look into this stranger’s window and wish you lived there.

  • Here is New York

    I understood the impulse to go outside and have sex on the bridge in the middle of the hurricane, because it’s an exaggerated version of the impulse to move to New York at all. This place is a city full…

  • The Last Poem I Loved: “Dream Song 29” by John Berryman

    The Dream Songs are, at their best, incantations, syllables given to the unspeakable. And yet, here’s the really unsettling thing: They’re fun. “Dream Song 29,” and the others in 77 Dream Songs, read quickly and lightly. Their rhythms catch in…