Little Heretic presents one person’s pilgrimage back to the New York of his youth, where the City is seen not for the ghosts of junkies, musicians and ex-lovers that haunt it, but for the spiritual and creative possibility lurking in alleys and parks, and celebrated by street corner buskers and subway graffiti. A twenty-first century poet in New York, this book looks at how in the right light of a Manhattan morning, a pigeon flying across First Avenue just might be one of Rilke’s angels.
