Category Archives: youth
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 moonshadows, 4: Coda, from friends
After I published the essays, “The truth and moonshadows, 1-3,” a couple of my friends shared their own stories with me. The essays prompted them to think of their own fathers. They are two very dear friends, whose associations go … Continue reading
The truth and moonshadows, 3: Oh, Very Old
Note: This is the third of three posts in an extended essay exploring my relationship with my father and my son through the songs of Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam. Oh, Very Old My son, Noel, plays baseball with the 78th Precinct … Continue reading
The truth and moonshadows, 2: Of Fathers and Sons
Note: This is the second of three posts in an extended essay exploring my relationship with my father and my son through the songs of Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam. Of Fathers and Sons With the passage of time, everything changed, as … Continue reading
The truth and moonshadows, 1: Another Saturday Morning
Note: This is the first of three posts in an extended essay exploring my relationship with my father and my son through the songs of Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam. Another Saturday Morning When I was a child, Saturday mornings were tranquil … Continue reading
The truth and narrative, 1: my life with Graham Greene
This is the first of three posts on writers whose work has influenced the course of my own life. The writers are Graham Greene, Julio Cortázar and Roberto Bolaño. In these writers I have seen myself in futures, presents, and … Continue reading
Filed under art, Brazil, freedom, individuality, life, philosophy, postcolonialism, truth, writing, youth
E/F – the glass of knowledge
E. “. . . the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized that they were naked . . .” Genesis 3:6 F. “A little learning is a dang’rous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: … Continue reading
Filed under beauty, ideas, knowledge, Park Slope, philosophy, truth, youth
The truth and amoebas
Your body isn’t your own, exposed for all it really is: permeable, full of holes, part of the world. A floating thing tossed and spit on tumbling water not always clear, you become home to others, little animals here at … Continue reading
