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Casket of blankets Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI must have seen myself in the glass. A comet flare, bouquet of beggars. Jackie’s unseen, opens like a cat opens the toilet door. Penny sips, heavy-eyed in her hour of pain, photoshops this curve, breathes
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After writing my last blog, I noticed that I lost a few subscribers. I’ve made no secret of my support for the liberation of Palestine, which is a contentious stance in some circles, so the dip in my already modest numbers was unsurprising, and of course everybody is free
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Like many millennial Americans on the left today, I can point to the election of Donald Trump in 2016 as the moment that began my political awakening. My relationship to politics before that was anodyne and unremarkable: I grew up in a liberal, middle class household in a Boston suburb,
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The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded
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Absalom, Absalom! Chapters 5 - 7
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Absalom, Absalom! Chapters 3 and 4
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A poem for Chris
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Absalom, Absalom! Chapter 2
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I’m re-reading what I can now say with confidence is my favorite book, Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner. It’s a consuming little undertaking, however enjoyable, so I thought I’d share it by maintaining a sort of glossary of words, phrases, and references I look up as I
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Best thing I read this week: Late entry, but more easily accessible than Tony Iantosca’s Crisis Inquiry (which I very much enjoyed) is Sam Anderson’s NYT Magazine piece on a visit to Ghibli Park. Anderson evaluates the work of Hayao Miyazaki through a perspective as demanding as one
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Tech week Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe believe that it would hurt our ability to remember. "Don't forget about me," it always seems to be saying. A detective in the weeds, or stood at the sink, snaking the drain to
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Best thing I read this week: Seymour Hersh’s bombshell report that US Navy divers blew up the Nord Stream pipeline. Hersh broke the story of the My Lai massacre and cover-up, Abu Ghraib, and a bunch of stuff in between. It’s a gripping, necessarily lengthy report, full of