Back to the camera today. I am noticing what I am noticing. This is a process of writing, of all art making, but in photographs it is some how more deeply felt. What is it about the graffiti, the stickers, the posters and signs that make up the clothing of the street that appeals toContinue reading “The Writing on the Wall”
Category Archives: New writing
10 Photos As A Beginning
I don’t know how this will work. There is so much to discover. Apertures and light. A camera is a room, so is a stanza. A paragraph has no etymological connection to a room, a space to be inside, but it has a spiritual one. Here is what I am trying to say. I amContinue reading “10 Photos As A Beginning”
Hell. Hold. Head.
I hold my child, and raise him as a Jew. I kiss his head; praise in Yiddish, his cleverness. Yiddisher kop, I say. Good Jewish head. The Palestinian child I see in my phone, headless. Behind my eyes. In my soul. Headless, small corpse.
The Cleft; The Minyan
When I woke up to the war, my wife said, “I don’t want you to be upset.” I was still mostly asleep. “Uh oh,” I said. “Why would I be upset?” “Netanyahu has declared war.” I thought about this for a moment or two. “On who?” I finally ventured. “Palestine,” she said, as if itContinue reading “The Cleft; The Minyan”
Midnight A Train
I leave 190th street and a municipal elevator rockets me into the ground where I meet one of those subway trains that wend their way under the earth that I have been riding for much of my life and much of my parents’ lives and much of my grandparents’ lives and much of my greatContinue reading “Midnight A Train”
You Can’t Stay Here: An open letter to Mayor Eric Adams
I am trying to end my time in Philadelphia. It has been difficult. I’m trying to sell my house, and no one wants to buy it. Well that’s the way of the market, I suppose. Interest rates and so on. Maybe the basement is damp. Things invisible and visible, that’s what is happening. I amContinue reading “You Can’t Stay Here: An open letter to Mayor Eric Adams”
The Clinch: Usyk vs. Joshua 2, Jedda, 2022, “The Rage on the Red Sea” (My first live fight.)
I was greeted by mischievous giggles at the door. It was a hot day, even just for the walk from the subway, and Ivan’s three and a half year old, V., ran away almost immediately and hid from me, but looked out curiously from under the dining room table at my sweating hairy bulk. ItContinue reading “The Clinch: Usyk vs. Joshua 2, Jedda, 2022, “The Rage on the Red Sea” (My first live fight.)”
A Skeptic & The Grey Lady
I am enjoying the leisure of the bourgeousie before his paper, the grand stroll through the world as it exists today.
The King is Dead, Again: the Echo of an Obituary
What electric thing passed through the screen, over the many miles between Memphis and Hong Kong?
Funny Weather We’re Having
The day the coup came, we woke up to a creative destruction.