Somewhere, in an email nearly a decade old now, and in reference to a conversation I can’t quite recall, Sesshu Foster wrote something to the effect of “there’s a difference…
How to account for, much less explain, America’s malaise? Is it that our politics lack imagination, or that our imaginations too easily give into the temptations of ostensibly ideology-free escapism?…
The guppies flap in the yellow water. Their mouths suck at the surface. They suffocate. Too many fish, too small of a bowl, even though it was beautiful at first…
If you grow up Jewish, the phrase Never Forget can elicit a variety of things, including: memories; historical trauma; your perception of Anne Frank’s attic; and, most notably for me,…
I have a terrible memory. My sister remembers much more than I do. Sometimes, she remembers things that I think she must have made up. She’s always had a tendency…
Probably many of us have tried our hand at our own book design, chapbooks or magazines, computer generated and printed. Some of us have even taken a course or two…
Gilles Deleuze was wrong when he claimed that we no longer live in the society of the spectacle. When he claimed, before leaping to his death in Paris, that we…
The spiritual life, to which art belongs and of which she is one of the mightiest elements, is a complicated but definite and easily definable movement forwards and upwards. This…