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The Slog
Do you know the feeling you get when you’re hiking and your legs are burning and you want to rest, or turn back, but you don’t? You tell yourself: just a little more, just a little farther, and it won’t be long before I reach my destination. The view from the mountaintop, a view that Read more
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Spraying Hope
Walking up Park Avenue the other day I made a right turn on 55th Street and headed east. There was a young couple walking in the other direction, holding hands, engaged in a serious conversation. As we got close to each other I saw him let go of her hand with an attitude of disgust Read more
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Alexander Solzhenitsyn stopped by to see you…
Alexander Solzhenitsyn stopped by to see you today while you were out. We talked for a while about Russian soldiers and all the women they raped in the waning days of the second world war and thereafter. Estimates run into the millions. Girls and women younger than eight and older than eighty, gang-raped, some until Read more
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Specificity
It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different. We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else. Read more
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The Morning Commute
I We waited, some more patiently than others of course, for the yawning chasm to open up and swallow us again. The guy next to me, in reference to the presentation of a nearby woman, said, “it doesn’t leave much to the imagination.” Maybe his imagination is not as good as mine. In fact, I’d Read more
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Monday Is Chore Day
I I walked for a long time shifting the box from shoulder to shoulder, feeding it through doorways and windows and leaving it with someone who should know better. I got in my car and I drove to the place where the slaughterhouse ends and the garden surrenders to the street. I rolled on the Read more
Words & Music 