Today, each year, so many of us reflect and think about where we were when we first heard about or saw the unbelievable historical event that has undoubtedly changed our country forever. Ultimately, I think it matters less where we were, what we were doing, how much we remember. What matters more is what followed. How we moved forward. Where we are today.
In that spirit, an article about the place of art in times of tragedy. Poetry matters, people. It does.
Can Poetry Console a Grieving Public? by Mark Doty