And it is always Easter Sunday at the New York City Ballet. It is always coming back to life. Not even coming back to life - it lives in the constant present.
We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did...
Easter is reflecting upon suffering for one thing but it also reflects upon...
That's the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound and when you understand it it is only ridiculous.
