Let me fall if I must fall.
The one I will become
will catch me,
said the Baal Shem Tov.
Poet Suheir Hammad performs two spine-tingling spoken-word pieces: Wait for the astonishing line: “Do not fear what has blown up. If you must, fear the unexploded.”
Despite growing up within driving distance of Amish Country, I never expected to see the Amish as a source of tech-savvy guidance.
There is nothing like the righteous anger of a true New Yorker.
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Camphor apartments, creaky stairs and cockroaches, shaky elevators that smelled of cigars and sweat, parking lots with breaking waves of shattered glass, Playboys stacked in hidden stashes on rooftops, small … Continue reading →