Sven Birkerts recounts the frightening moment when the muse abandoned him — and the relief he felt when it finally returned on an afternoon in Central Park: "The matter sounds so simple. All of a sudden, I found myself wanting to write sentences again and, when I did, it felt to me like the rains had finally come, stirring up life in the dry land. I don’t know if I even shifted in my place, but whatever it was has since brought something back that had gone missing."
December 19, 2014
