I said it’s all of us or none of us. Choose, quickly.
Tag: new york city
The Effect of a Butterfly
The viscous orange sky folded like origami
winterlist
Maybe because answers to questions like that are always varying strains of non-answers.
Notes Following the Teatro Popular
I look for this history. To be a part of it.
Hell is How You Get There
But the train goes on and we go with it.
Small Potatoes
Potatoes have no interest in being part of the Art world.
“Possession”
Despite being alive, Judith haunted me.
The MET Museum Line Will Not Sanctify You
It is simply part of you. Inside and outside.
Doing All the Things I Meant to Do Ten Years Ago
Here I’ve spent all this time building an identity as a rough and tough, non-driving native New Yorker: city savvy, fast walking and rare.
Letter from a Faculty Advisor
I believe in 12th Street because it offers opportunities for empathy and community, while functioning as a digital creative stage. The publishing process brings people and ideas together and ultimately benefits everyone involved.
Norwegian Concepts
This feeling is called Yalmståd by the Norwegian people. There is no English equivalent. Even calling it a “feeling” does it a disservice; it is both a way of seeing and of being. All we can say is thank God; as the American dialect seems increasingly interpretive, movements like Yalmståd give us the means of understanding our world.
Flaco II: At the New York Historical
Nothing could bring him back. And then I heard his voice.
An Ode to the Blue Note
At the venue, the line between artist and spectator is meaningfully blurred.
trees of my youth
what i’ve learned of love, i’ve learned it from trees.
For Comrades and Lovers
More than anything, Glenn Ligon’s UC installation embodies Whitman’s ideas of solitude as time spent alone that inversely enables someone to come closer to the city around them.
Camp (It’s a Mitzvah!)
It is 1982. I just turned 14 last month. It is the summer before 10th grade. I am at a sleepaway camp in the Catskills. I am staying in what used to be a hotel that the camp randomly assigns to campers. It’s not fancy, but it’s better than the cabins. It’s really cool because I am with a group of girls from Long Island. It’s like they are a gang of Rizzos from Grease.
I Bought a Rug
Recently, I looked around my room and thought, if I were to die inexplicably in my sleep, I would be surrounded by nothing.
Letter from the Editor, 2023-24
The phrase “particularly in these times” stands out to me.
Unbecoming Homeless
Who cares about which direction the stocks are headed when you don’t know where you and your family will be sleeping tonight?