Interval

Apologies for the long gap between my last post, on January 19, and this one. My excuse, if you need one, is that there was not enough to write about in February, and far too much in March and early April. I will try to put together a lengthy posting in the next few days describing some of the marvelous things I saw and heard during the past three weeks, when I was staying in Berlin and going out almost every night. But for now let me just observe that this gap points out the way in which regular cultural blogs—or, for that matter, daily or weekly reviews in print format—are somewhat untrue to the way art actually works on us. Good art, art that is truly worth writing about, comes in spurts: nothing much for a very long time, and then such a profusion, such an intensity of experience, that it barely leaves room to put pen to paper (or, in this case, fingers to keyboard).