what if the dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two
September 11 is still today. On September 12, 2001, I read ee cummings’ poem “what if a much of a…
Author: scribbler
To be or not to be.
That is the question. Or is it? Is there a difference, even if Hamlet thought so? As I’m reading Brook…
The sound of silence
No complaints so far about the Made in America festival. Even during Cardi B’s closing set last night, which ended…
A weekend at home
Two and a half years ago I described my elation as Gale and I walked over the Vine Street Expressway…
The dao of senseless kindness
Earlier I had mentioned that Toto left a large streak along the front of our sofa where she had been…
The kindly idiot: part 2
In the incident from Vasily Grossman’s Stalingrad related in the last post, a group of Russian soldiers on their way…
The kindly idiot: part 1.
In the middle of the countdown to our move, I learned that Vasily Grossman’s Stalingrad had finally been published in…
Reading Terminal Market
It’s been almost a month since I joined Anne Mei in our apartment in Philadelphia along with our furniture and…
Empty
Finished cleaning out the apartment in Princeton today. Turned over the keys and the parking pass and headed south…
There’s no such thing as race so what’s going on with racists?
Last week I read an article in the New York Times about white nationalists and DNA test results. I’d say…