April 2, 2206 I went to the immigrants’ rights rally yesterday on the basis of an e-mail announcement from Brooklyn Parents for Peace. I expected something small—was amazed when the bus got to Boro Hall and I saw the streams of people heading through the … [Read more...]

January 22: “…a pattern called a war.”—Amy Lowell January 24: planetary drift. a photograph of people some in tank tops, running, fleeing down a narrow street past a corpse (Cité Soleil) “sorrows without end and they’re not yours” January 28: I have … [Read more...]

“One does not come down from a cross alive.”—Julio Cortázar A mother is the rage of all women condensed to the point of explosion. In the New York Times on the day after Thanksgiving, this headline: “Grandmother Blows Self Up in Suicide Attack on Israeli … [Read more...]

"There are hundreds of lives here, a lot of struggle, washed up on the beach," said Bill Lacovara, a Ventnor insurance adjuster who was fishing last month with his son when he spotted a flowered plastic shopping bag and waded out to retrieve it. "This is just a … [Read more...]

I just spent Saturday afternoon scooping fallen leaves into enormous brown paper bags. This is a new thing, a Sanitation Department experiment in selected areas of Brooklyn; as a promotional gimmick, this year the bags were available for free at the Botanic Garden. … [Read more...]