Following in the footsteps of Harry Lesser in Bernard Malamud's The Tenants, I had a very creatively inspiring weekend. I saw Edvard Munch's The Screamat the MoMA on Friday, I saw the Picasso Black and Whiteexhibit at the Guggenheim on Saturday, and I saw Bani Sharif's MUSLIM DIALOGUE IN MIRRORS CRACKED play at the Theater for the New City on Sunday; however, with all that viewing of art, I got very little writing done.