A remarkable lyrical collaboration on two seasons, autumn and spring, in poetry and prose.

May 1, 2012, 11PM: a day of conspiracy between politics and nature. Today Occupy Wall Street held demonstrations in most of the public parks in Manhattan and Brooklyn. From the moment I left my apartment in the morning, to when I returned in the evening, I felt I was being stalked by every good and evil intention in the world, my body pushed along by a rogue wind. It was the finest weather I had seen in New York City in months. The city's conscience seemed to be stirring out of its torpid winter sleep at last. I saw thousands of seagulls flocking up the Hudson from New York Harbor, forming a...