[ begin with the returning of. sometimes willing, sometimes kicking and screaming. either way, i return here. this is strictly for your benefit. i resort to this form, since korean makes no distinction between lowercase and uppercase. it flattens the difference, this language of yours. keeps it all contained within boundary. nothing spills over in…
… the Eagles were done. Don Henley was categorical, citing the old adage that the band would get back together ‘when hell freezes over.’ —Corbin Reiff, “How the Eagles Reunited for ‘Hell Freezes Over’” Sure, Frey says, he might consider working with Henley…‘I just rule out the possibility of putting the Eagles back together for…
It always made me feel better to walk by Robert Frank’s house. It was on Bleecker, not far from where I got off the train in the morning, on the way to the pool, or even just going straight to work on mornings I couldn’t take getting up so early to get to the pool…
Translated from the Swedish by Roger Greenwald In the winter and spring of 1988, Erland Josephson played Gayev in Peter Brook’s production of The Cherry Orchard at the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s Majestic Theater. Starting in February 1989, the same production, featuring many members of the original cast, toured the Soviet Union and Japan.Mr. Josephson…
—for Blaze You left home with nothing but a cell phone, left without your wallet, your keys, your glasses, without saying goodbye. Perhaps you forgot them. Perhaps you got a text and rushed outside without stopping to think about what you would need. Perhaps you were feeling flustered, impulsive. Or perhaps not. Perhaps you left…
Translated from the Spanish by Nina Perrotta And here I go again talking about what I eat and don’t eat and how I eat the things I eat. About how what happened to my body failed to disturb the precise balance of my mind, even though it was, in fact, obvious: I had pica, and…
The moment the things of the dead enter our lives, they begin another history. I inherited three gay histories, the archives of three gay men in my life. Two were family friends I called uncles. Their archives were straightforward in their queerness as they’d lived out and proud. Yet once I had finished going through their things,…
/ˈnεtˌwәrk/ Goose bumps are a good sign. More and more often these days, I find my eyes falling on just the thing I was looking for in an area of apparent chaos. More and more often these days, I find myself encountering significant floral debris just at my feet. Some weeks ago, during my first…
I had some vague idea that I would one day write a book (maybe a comic picaresque memoir) about having cancer, but it also feels like maybe I don’t have time for that. With what rapidity life follows my pen, etc. —Text to friend, December 28, 2025 I am used to dealing with the dead….
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