You have to hand it to Richard Ford for his lack of writerly narcissism; and to Jake Jaxson for bringing the spirit of Whitman back to porn and cinematic sexuality. We featured the sublime poetry of Robert Herrick and John Donne, while Bruce Bawer told us how he really feels about Jack Kerouac, and a nun wrote of the liberation of the convent.
And yes: the Pope on an iPhone.
I’m blogging from the train from Boston to New York, having said goodbye to the Cape on a glorious summer afternoon.
See you in the morning.