Much stomach-churning, history-revising hoopla surrounded Kissinger’s 100th birthday last week.
In Ma’arra, the poet Abul ‘Ala
Was called a death-worthy infidel
And a thousand years after his death
His statue was beheaded.
Will truth and reason survive the evolution of artificial intelligence? AI researcher Gary Marcus says no, not if untrustworthy technology continues to be integrated into our lives at such dangerously high speeds.
Each day, we must learn
again how to love, between morning’s quick coffee
and evening’s slow return.
Desperate for an assertive American task, people will grasp at some very wretched straws.
I grow more and more reminiscent, it seems, though that’s a relative assessment. Like my old poetic hero Wordsworth, I opted for an elegiac tone very young in my writing … Continue reading →
Like the sweet-apple reddening high on the branch,
High on the highest, the apple-pickers forgot,
Or not forgotten, but one they couldn’t reach…
Turns out, being able to laugh at something increases our ability to understand it—and take action.
Pulling ticks is not for the faint at heart.
America’s history of redlining and other forms of housing discrimination means that climate change and the Black community are on a deadly collision course.
Those free-floating cabezas—
ancient, adrift
on song-strung shores
are always ready to party.
The word for temple in Latin is fane, and the market that stands before it is profane. And that word has come down to us as meaning anything other than the sacred, the dark side of human maneuvering and sleight-of-hand.
With another Memorial Day upon us, I again find myself pondering its magnitude, which invariably brings me back to 2016, when President Obama met Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial on May 27.
Strange that a single white iris
Given carelessly one slumbering spring midnight
Should be the first of love,
Yet life is written so.