Magnificent Octopus

I went looking for a fragment of one poem, but found something else entirely. And when it comes to poetry, it's usually just as well. ...

The Goldens all told stories about themselves, stories in which essential information about origins was either omitted or falsified. I liste...

I am not a politician, nor am I an economist. I am a scientist. But it seems appropriate to hypothesize here that a future where life-extens...

It was deadly quiet in the S-train care because almost all the passengers were surfing on their smartphones and iPads. Some were enthusiasti...

The first few years of Helena's life, I used to imagine her dying. All the time. It was exhausting. Not senseless, horrific deaths, exac...

Theodor W. Adorno I am reminded of Theodor W. Adorno: "The highest form of morality is not to feel at home in your own home." Y...

I enjoyed Subtly Worded , by Teffi, and more so because of book club, but probably more for its value as a historical oddity than on its lit...

She... and here I rear back and halt myself, ashamed, prufrocked into a sudden pudeur , for, after all, how should I presume? Shall I say, ...

Propagating at a significant fraction of the speed of light, a frisson of alarm travelled the length of the Atlantic Space Elevator, like th...

I googled "written on the body" and down that rabbit hole I discovered Shirin Neshat . Shirin Neshat is an Iranian-born visual a...

"There is no self and other," she said, laughing into the mouth of death, the blue light at her temple gleaming laser-like into th...

"Who's that you're talking to? Who is it you're calling to the table?" "Why you, Granny. And you, Grandpa....

When a door closes, a window opens. Mmm, he's not bad looking, I think to myself. Maybe I should have an affair with him. He smiles...

I'm still trying to wrap my head around Lidia Yuknavitch's The Book of Joan . I thought I didn't like it much — I want to say it...

I've been thinking a lot about love lately. Here's an explication of the idea of love: What do we mean by love anymore? Love is n...

To be human the film suggested, was to step into the full flurry and motion of all humanity: to bear the weight of circumstances without fli...

Today I read the saddest poem, flipping through journals at the magazine shop. It brought tears to my eyes. I stopped breathing, and my hear...

My vacation reading went off the rails pretty early on. The book I was reading in Edinburgh was set in Edinburgh , but as soon as we settled...

Electronic music had just begun to appear at that time — Pierre Schaeffer, Klaus Schulze — an abstract music of galactic desolation that enr...

One aspect of Vipassana still bothered him, indeed had come to bother him more and more, to the point where he was now ready to stop meditat...