Deserters call and wave their sacks
at the carriage bound for Petersburg.
James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces continues to sell and make money for his agent and publisher, who’ve disowned him. Initially he tried to sell the book as fiction but … Continue reading →
A moving song from Everest’s album “Love, War, and the Ghost of Whitey Ford.”
Subjectivity is the measure by which we accord dignity and gravitas to someone else. Without it, a person is just a thing, an object, and one may abuse it, ignore … Continue reading →
The date marked the moment when Germany invaded Poland, initiating the start of World War II. “September 1, 1939″ was originally published in The New Republic on October 18, 1939. … Continue reading →
“More people died in World War II than any other war in history,” explains Neil Halloran in The Fallen of World War II. In his 15-minute film, Halloran uses innovative … Continue reading →
“Once upon a time there was an old woman. Blind but wise.” Or was it an old man? A guru, perhaps. Or a griot soothing restless children. I have heard … Continue reading →
Economics PhD Sebastião Salgado took up photography in his 30s, and the discipline became an obsession. His years-long projects beautifully capture the human side of a global story that all … Continue reading →
Bill Moyers interviews the legendary Buddhist teacher and author Pema Chodron. Ani Pema Chödrön was born Deirdre Blomfield-Brown in 1936, in New York City. She attended Miss Porter’s School in … Continue reading →
A Palestinian Family’s Struggle to Stay on Their Land Nasser Nawaj’ah held Laith’s hand as, beside me, they walked down the dirt and pebble path of Old Susya. Nasser is … Continue reading →
George Yancy: You have popularized the concept of speciesism, which, I believe was first used by the animal activist Richard Ryder. Briefly, define that term and how do you see … Continue reading →
After you’ve invaded someone’s country enslaved its people tortured its citizens insulted and belittled its culture and beliefs it’s a little late in the proceedings and in the course of … Continue reading →
When not hard at work on a page of comic art, Marjane Satrapi lights up a cigarette and remembers how, due to the last forty years of constant war and … Continue reading →
. Silence is a strenuous language but we have chosen it. A shut door, a shrug, stone upon stone. . The stones have a history. They were pulled from the … Continue reading →