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Return of one’s property.

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Harvest moon.My howling heart—mouth a mask.What say you?The Sunknows nothing.Only night—my voice raised in ittall as wheat.The maizeof your breath.The bodybetrays us—so we run.Still the moonbearing babiesabove us, waxesunlike the leaves.Burn on,saith the trees.*Save yourself.*October, almost—ghost moon.Haunted heart.No, I won’t.The rain slows, showsthe earthwormsthey were wrong—far harder to breathehere, above earth,than below,where the stormsshelter their own.*The heart can’thelp it—forgets. Beatslike a birdagainst the wind,or the pane.Slim to none.Only its shadow scaresit away.Strange, how hardit is to donate—so we wait.Lend me your eyes.Hatchet moon.Late heat.*Execution moon.Hanging therehelpless. Try thison for size.The weathermannever goes outside.Grief, a garmentthat shrinks eachwash. Scarecrow stuffed fullof hay, newspapershawking yesterday.*Waste away.Why not.Like a stone.Like a limb.Like a lamb.Like a rind.Take your time.Like a shore.Like a seaor its shell, itselfan earhearing the sea.Like honey.Make me.*Suffer the salmon.The dolphin& the meek.The whalewho finds the shore& our poor prayers.The horse, though broke,who can’t quitrunning. Why wait.Half of nothingis still nothing.What keepsyou here, baying?Even inside-dogs circle,tamping down grassno one but themcan see.Suffer& shelter me.*How it hammers,the heart.Go, head onwithout me.For the journey,jettison nothing.Let autumn do that—how it shedsclothes like a runawayheading steady north.*So cold, you crywhen the windmeets your eyesHere autumn’s onlywinter in disguiseSun carvedbright on the stoopSay you’re mine.*Plague me,O Lord.Wound melike the worm mooncut in two.Hurricane& tornado me.Let looseyour levees& the thunder—the sky stainedwith bright.Prove it.*Monk moon.Alone in a skystudying itself.God’s manyguises—dervishes, darkenedballparks.Artificial hearts.*Leave me be.In the city alongthe freeway a coyotecrawls from underthe guardrail—crouches on hindquarters,kneels even, like a mantired as I am.*Let therebe night—*Out my windowa soldier in dress bluesbeneath the faintmidday moonlays a wreathon a well-kept grave& with whatarm he has leftsalutes.This poem appears in the November 2024 print edition.

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To watch baseball or any other sport is to confront the fundamental unpredictability of the universe, its utter refusal to bend to your wishes, no matter how fervent. In recent years, some broadcasters have sought to soothe this existential uncertainty with statistics. This season, ESPN announced that a special graphic would appear on all of its Major League Baseball telecasts. In the upper-left corner of the screen, just above the score, each team’s chance of winning the game is expressed as a percentage—a whole number, reassuring in its roundness, that is recalculated after every at-bat. Its predictions may help tame the wild and fearful id of your fandom, restricting your imagination of what might happen next to a narrow and respectable range.You might think that so insistently reminding fans of their team’s “Win Probability” would be against ESPN’s interests. If your team is down by several runs in the eighth inning, your hopes will already be fading. But to see that sinking feeling represented on the screen, in a crisp and precise-sounding 4 percent, could make an early bedtime more enticing. The producers of reality shows such as The Amazing Race know this, which is why they use quick cuts and split screens to deceive fans into thinking that teams are closer than they really are, and that the outcome is less certain than it really is. But ESPN has a more evolved consumer in mind. We got a clue as to who this person might be in March, when Phil Orlins, a vice president of production at the company, previewed the graphic. Orlins said that Win Probability would speak “to the way people think about sports right now,” especially people “who have a wager on the game.”Sports fandom has always had a quantitative component, but it has become much more pronounced in recent decades. As fans age, they tend to spend less of their time playing the games that they watch. They may have once mimicked a favorite player’s distinctive swing, or donned a glove and imagined themselves making a series-clinching catch. But having now left the playground behind, they don’t identify so naturally with players. They find it easier to cast themselves as coaches and general managers—numerate strategic thinkers surrounded by stacks of Excel printouts. Fantasy leagues were a gateway drug for people who liked their sports with a heavy dose of statistical analysis. Sports-gambling apps have become their heroin.As sports gambling caught on, probability statistics started popping up everywhere in broadcasts. Apple TV+ has a whole dashboard that sometimes tells you how likely it is that each at-bat will end in a certain way. Similar graphics materialize whenever NFL coaches mull a two-point conversion. These metrics don’t appear to be very popular among casual viewers, though. Judging by enraged fan posts on X, people seem to find them either irritatingly redundant or irritatingly inaccurate. But the graphics have generated a new kind of postgame meme: When teams achieve an unlikely comeback victory, people who might have previously taken to social media to share a highlight of a late-inning home run may now share a simple plot that shows the exact moment when their team’s Win Probability swung from a low number to a high one. Last Saturday, Reed Garrett, a relief pitcher for the New York Mets, tipped his cap to this practice after the Mets’ eighth-inning rally against the Philadelphia Phillies. “Our win-probability charts are going viral right now,” he said.Apart from this niche-use case, it’s not clear whether these statistics are even helpful for the people who watch games with the FanDuel app open. When I called up Michael Titelbaum, a philosopher at the University of Wisconsin-Madison who works on probability, he told me that these statistics are easy to misinterpret. “Decades of cognitive-science experiments tell us that people are really, really bad at making sense of probability percentages,” he said. Even doctors and other professionals who often deal in such numbers regularly make faulty judgments about them. Evidence shows that most gamblers have a hard time converting probability percentages into betting odds, and that they’re especially bad at reasoning about several such percentages in combination, when making parlay bets.Still, whatever its downsides, the spread of probabilities through culture and entertainment may be having some positive effect on people’s statistical literacy. Kenny Easwaran, a philosopher at UC Irvine, compared it to the way the concept of temperature came to be appreciated by the public. In the mid-18th century, some scientists were skeptical that there would ever be a way to represent all the varied phenomena of hot and cold—a pan’s searing surface, a steamy jungle, the chill of a glacier—with a single number. But then the thermometer became pervasive, and, with practice, people learned to correlate its readings with certain experiences. A similar transition is now underway, he told me, as probability percentages have seeped into mass culture, in weather forecasts, medical prognoses, and election coverage.But the win probabilities that ESPN puts on baseball broadcasts may not be much help, because they are generated by a secret proprietary model. ESPN’s formula is not a total black box. The company has suggested that it calculates the live, in-game probability from the same kinds of data streams that other such models use. These surely include the outcomes of many previous games that had identical scores, innings, and runners on base, but the company hasn’t shared what all is factored in. Is team strength taken into account? What about specific home-field advantages, such as stadiums with unusual dimensions, and extra-raucous crowds? Any fan can make their own ongoing judgments of the odds, based on all the games they’ve seen before and what they personally know about their team. They may have watched a player tweak his back in an earlier inning, or they may remember that a certain pinch hitter has had unusual success against the other team’s closer. Surely ESPN’s model isn’t operating at this level. But without knowing its specifics, one can’t really make sense of the percentage that it generates. It’s like looking at an election forecast the week after President Joe Biden’s disastrous debate without knowing whether it reflects fresh polling.Plenty of viewers would prefer to rawdog games without predictive statistics. After all, anyone who is invested in a game will already be absorbed—to the point of madness, even—in the task of trying to intuit their team’s likelihood of victory. Easwaran told me that people are actually pretty good at this in the absence of numbers. He compared it to the organic way we use our reflexes. “If you throw a ball to me, I will probably catch it,” he said. “But if you tell me that it’s going to come at me at 15 miles per hour, at an angle of 60 degrees, from this particular direction, and ask me to calculate where I should place my hand, I am going to be really bad at that.” If you’re closely watching a baseball game, then you’ll have registered the score, the inning, and the number of people on base, and reflected them in your general level of anxiety. At best, the Win Probability graphic provides a crude quantification of what you’re already feeling. At worst, it gaslights you into second-guessing your sense of the game.That’s not to say that sports broadcasts shouldn’t have win-probability calculators at all, only that the best ones tend to be humans who can explain their reasoning. Chick Hearn, the longtime play-by-play announcer for the Los Angeles Lakers, used to do a version of this in the closing minutes of every Lakers win. He would try to guess the moment when the team put away their opponents for good. “This game’s in the refrigerator,” Hearn would say, when he felt the game was out of reach, and then he would continue with a refrain that every Laker fan of a certain age can recite: “The door is closed, the lights are out, the eggs are cooling, the butter’s getting hard, and the Jell-O is jigglin’.” Over the years, his refrigerator call proved highly accurate. But occasionally, he was wrong, because no matter how good your internal model, teams sometimes come back against long odds. That’s why we watch the games.

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This is an edition of The Atlantic Daily, a newsletter that guides you through the biggest stories of the day, helps you discover new ideas, and recommends the best in culture. Sign up for it here.Welcome back to The Daily’s Sunday culture edition, in which one Atlantic writer or editor reveals what’s keeping them entertained. Today’s special guest is Andrew Aoyama, a deputy managing editor who has written about a newly discovered letter from the playwright Arthur Miller, a photographer undoing the myth of Appalachia, and how C. J. Rice’s conviction was overturned after an Atlantic cover story explained his innocence.Andrew is on a quest to catch up on some classic TV shows (Mad Men ranks as his favorite so far). His other cultural recommendations include reading Suzy Hansen’s Notes on a Foreign Country, which reshaped his opinion on American power, and catching a screening of Megalopolis for a baffling but hilarious time with your friends.The Culture Survey: Andrew AoyamaA piece of journalism that recently changed my perspective on a topic: I first read Suzy Hansen’s Notes on a Foreign Country not long after returning to the United States from a year studying Arabic in Rabat, Morocco. It was my first experience living abroad, a period of personal growth but also profound personal disorientation. I started the year with only the most rudimentary Arabic and had to grow accustomed to bumbling my way around; once, I walked into a barbershop with the intention of getting a relatively circumspect haircut and walked out with a buzz.My real faux pas, though, were cultural, not linguistic. My time in Morocco overlapped with the final weeks of the 2016 presidential campaign, the election of Donald Trump, and the first months of his administration. I struggled to explain to my Moroccan friends what was happening; I claimed that most Americans didn’t agree with Trump’s caustic comments about Muslims and immigrants. Most of them, though, didn’t find Trump particularly surprising. Once, over mint tea, I brought up my confusion to my host father. “Perhaps you’re beginning to see America the way the rest of us have for years,” he said. He made a circular motion with his glass, gesturing at the others around the table but also, it seemed, the world.Notes on a Foreign Country gave me the vocabulary to talk about my bewilderment in Morocco. Hansen’s book, a series of reflections reported from Greece, Egypt, Afghanistan, Iran, and Turkey, where she’s worked as a magazine journalist for more than a decade, interrogates why Americans are often oblivious to the experience of American power around the world. The people she encounters across the Middle East understand the United States better than she does in some ways. Hansen distills her experiences into a critique of journalism that has shaped how I think about writing and reporting: “We revered our supposedly unique American standards of objectivity, but we couldn’t account for the fact—were not modest enough to know—that an objective American mind is first and foremost still an American mind,” she writes. “We failed to interrogate not only our sources but ourselves.”A book I’m most looking forward to reading: I absolutely cannot wait to dig into Sally Rooney’s new novel, Intermezzo, a perfect birthday gift from my roommate. And I’ve been entering the ticket lottery every day for Ayad Akhtar’s latest play, McNeal, about a brilliant writer (played by Robert Downey Jr.) who becomes obsessed with artificial intelligence. [Related: Ayad Akhtar and Robert Downey Jr. confront AI.]What my friends are talking about most right now: Last weekend, a group of friends and I saw Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis, and it’s lived rent free in my mind and in our group chat ever since. One of the most baffling movies I’ve ever seen, Coppola’s decades-long, self-financed passion project tells the story of the genius architect Cesar Catilina (Adam Driver) and his quest to build a utopia from the ruins of a decadent near-future New York.Is Megalopolis “good”? That’s perhaps too facile a question to ask. Might it forever change how you pronounce the word club? Quite possibly. By the two-hour mark, the whole theater had descended into uproarious laughter and spontaneous cheers. I went home disappointed that only directors with Apocalypse Now credibility and Godfather money are well positioned these days to make similarly weird, risky movies; for all its quirks, I probably won’t see another film like Megalopolis for some time. [Related: The Megalopolis that Francis Ford Coppola wanted to make]The television show I’m most enjoying right now: These past few years, I’ve been on a slow-burning quest to catch up on all the classic TV shows I missed by being in elementary school during the mid-aughts. It’s a self-administered great-books course for prestige TV, if you will, built on the assumption that if reading The Odyssey and Hamlet enriches your understanding of Ulysses, then having watched The Sopranos and Breaking Bad makes Succession even better. My standout favorite thus far has been Mad Men, and I’ve recently gotten hooked on Girls, Lena Dunham’s satire of a group of postcollege friends trying to make it in Brooklyn. Next stop: The Wire.A musical artist who means a lot to me: I had the privilege of seeing the Lebanese indie-rock band Mashrou’ Leila in concert four times—in Rabat, in Brooklyn, and twice in Cambridge, Massachusetts—before they disbanded in 2022. Their sound is akin to a sort of dark-timbre Vampire Weekend, heavy on strings and brass, with lyrics that are famous for their frank and often controversial engagement with gender and sexuality, religion and racism, violence and political instability. Mashrou’ Leila’s work is a testament to Lebanon’s rich arts scene, and the group’s 2015 album, Ibn El Leil, is a no-skip masterpiece.My favorite way of wasting time on my phone: I love to run, and at the urging of my friends, I recently started using the social-media-ified fitness-tracking app Strava. In addition to its various other features, Strava offers a “Global Heatmap” built from user activity, which shows where people tend to congregate for their workouts. Sometimes, though, to waste time, I’ll scroll to a random place on the map and try to derive some cultural or sociological insight from the snaking navy-blue lines left behind by past runners. Some have suggested that the Strava heatmap can reflect segregation and track gentrification; in 2018, a researcher discovered that the map apparently revealed the locations of U.S.-military bases in Syria and Afghanistan and, allegedly, a CIA “black site” in Djibouti. So what if the app is packaging our personal data—and maybe even our national-security secrets—and selling it back to us; sometimes it’s interesting to ponder the best running route in Vladivostok.A cultural product I loved as a teenager and still love, and something I loved but now dislike: In my sophomore year of high school, I gave a presentation in my English class on Lana Del Rey’s Born to Die. My PowerPoint slides have hopefully been lost to history, but my choice of Lana Del Rey as a subject worthy of critical engagement was validated, I think, by her 2019 album, Norman Fucking Rockwell. The rest of my playlists from high school will stay where they belong, on an iPod Nano that has long since lost the ability to hold a charge. [Related: Lana Del Rey says she never had a persona. Really?]A favorite story I’ve read in The Atlantic: Choosing just one favorite seems impossible, so if I’m allowed, I’ll propose two contenders—a new story and an older one. First, my colleague Cullen Murphy’s reporting on Point Nemo, the most isolated place in the world, is an instant classic. And second, in our April issue, we published a recently rediscovered letter from Arthur Miller, which prompted me to look back in the archives to see if we’d published the playwright before. The letter, it turned out, wasn’t Miller’s only byline: In The Atlantic’s October 1978 issue, we ran a short story of his titled “The 1928 Buick.” It’s a fascinating glimpse into life in Midwood, Brooklyn, in the 1930s, not far from where a young Miller settled with his family after the Depression decimated his father’s clothing business and forced them to decamp from Harlem. His short fiction, I learned, is as sharp as his drama.Here are three Sunday reads from The Atlantic: November cover story: The moment of truth Melania really doesn’t care. Couples therapy, but for siblings The Week Ahead Smile 2, a horror film about a pop star who is cursed and begins experiencing terrifying events before her world tour (in theaters Friday) Rivals, a miniseries starring David Tennant about a long-standing rivalry between two men that spurs a series of antics and relationships (streaming Friday on Hulu and Disney+) Beyond the Big Lie, a book by Bill Adair about how politicians—and Republicans in particular—lie, and why they choose to do so (out Tuesday) Essay Courtesy of Joanne Dearcopp The Woman Who Would Be SteinbeckBy Mark Athitakis It is likely, but by no means certain, that in May 1938, the writers John Steinbeck and Sanora Babb met in a café near Arvin, California. Both were in town to chronicle the plight of migrants who were flooding the state to escape the decimation of the Dust Bowl … And both were connected to Tom Collins, a staffer at the Farm Security Administration (FSA), a federal agency providing aid to the migrants. To Steinbeck, Collins was a friend and a passkey to the migrant experience. To Babb, he was a mentor and supervisor; she had volunteered to document living conditions in the camps. What happened next is in some ways clear as day, in others frustratingly fuzzy. Read the full article.More in Culture What really works about SNL Six books that feel like watching a movie In defense of marital secrets The Israeli artist who offends everyone Alan Hollinghurst’s lost England Catch Up on The Atlantic Florida’s risky bet How Jack Smith outsmarted the Supreme Court What going on Call Her Daddy did for Kamala Harris Photo Album Members of the Castellers de Vilafranca team form a castell. (Lluis Gene / AFP / Getty) Take a look at these photos from Tarragona, Spain, where more than 40 teams of “castellers” recently gathered to form the highest and most complex human towers possible.When you buy a book using a link in this newsletter, we receive a commission. Thank you for supporting The Atlantic.

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