I haven’t had a piece of art touch me this deeply in a long time. Listening to Maurice Sendak on NPR’s Fresh Air today, it was the first time I’ve ever seen the interview elevated to an art form. Not just a craft, but an art– something that takes the fragments in my own heart and reorganizes them in a beautiful palette, something to be mulled over and over in the mind for its meaning to ripen. Maurice Sendak’s books and illustrations have always left open a chink of light in the wall of the unintelligible, sending out small slender rays to grasp. This interview puts a window in that wall. The conversation between him and Terry Gross is something I feel privileged to listen to, and it makes me think again of conversations that I’ve been a part of. It is harder to remember to see the beauty when you are a part of it.