I was glad to hear of the dedication of the Tony Awards to the victims and survivors of the Orlando shooting. I should have some poetry for that, but I don't. Something about Dionysos. Some he transcends, others he turns inside-out. If this country's idea of itself is righteous Pentheus, the man who draws the line with a gun in his hand, we are due some vines, some panthers, some decapitation.

Can I quote you on that? It's days like these that I just want to crush everything I see until I remember tolerance and creativity, the fact that people are capable of both blind hatred and ethical beauty-making, at which point I just get really tired.