Category Archives: Park Slope
The truth and words
Of Writers and Authors Words are everywhere. They surround us very much like the air we breathe. Sometimes they are visible, in bookstores, in grocery stores, or on bill boards. Sometimes they are invisible: you see the leather seats, but … Continue reading
The truth and the bee tree
The bee tree is gone. It was there, under that tree in April of 2008, that I saw a bee swarm come up in the park. I’d never seen such a thing before, and it remains to this day a … Continue reading
The truth and oral history: The Double Life of the Interview
BROOKLYN READING WORKS org. Louise Crawford guest curator John A. Guidry THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 2011 8:00 – 10:00 PM Where: OLD STONE HOUSE at J. J. BYRNE PLAYGROUND 5th Avenue in Park Slope between 3rd and 4th Streets (718) 768-3195 … Continue reading
Filed under ideas, journalism, knowledge, life, literature, media, Park Slope, writing
Another year and we remember, 2010
For three years, from 2007 to 2009, I was able to look out of my living room window every September 11 and see the Tribute in Light over downtown New York. Last year, I posted photos by my neighbor and … Continue reading
Truth and Rocket Science – guest stenographer
Photograph courtesy of Visual Stenographers: Atiba T. Edwards + Emma Raynor The Scoop Photographs from Truth and Rocket Science—some already published on this site and some from my archives—are now being featured on the blog “Visual Stenographers,” which is published … Continue reading
Filed under art, ideas, journalism, media, Park Slope, politics, truth
E/F – The glass (or cup, as it were) of coffee
Thomas Pynchon once imagined a conversation between Mason and Dixon (of the “line” fame, not the knitters, or the pollsters) that is as true in the twenty-first century as it must have been in the eighteenth. Mason asked Dixon, How … Continue reading
Filed under fiction, freedom, ideas, individuality, life, Park Slope, philosophy, politics, revolution, struggle, truth
E/F – The glass of oil
There are jobs, and then there are jobs. We built our world on petroleum, especially in the state I come from, Louisiana. We power our cars and computers and houses with petrol and its funky little brother, natural gas. Over … Continue reading
The truth and type-casting
There are two kinds of people: those who follow and those who don’t. Of followers, there are two kinds: those who stay put, and those who go somewhere. Of followers who go somewhere, there are two kinds: those who are … Continue reading
The truth and spring-time
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. These, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world—but soon I pass … Continue reading
