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We’d already started down the frost-heaved road to the bottom of the hill when it struck me that I hadn’t unplugged the toaster. I backed up into the empty street & we turned around. Soon, the house fluttered into view, wispy roadside … Continue reading
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It is perhaps unsurprising that Chinese liberals today find such resonance in the writings of Eastern European thinkers such as Vaclav Havel, Jan Patoçka, and Adam Michnik. Like the European dissidents of the 1970s, Chinese intellectuals today must write in … Continue reading
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It was a drab February day in 2009. I sat in my college dorm room four floors above York Street, drinking instant coffee and languorously gazing out the window at pedestrians below — miniature fortresses of warmth … Continue reading
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The world is still tranquil. You are asleep in your apartment. You are asleep because everyone else is asleep, so late at night. That is what normal people do. End of story. And even if you were not asleep, and … Continue reading
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We could see the parable, even with all the vertigo it offers, as a seamark, or known face, a remembered gesture: we look at it, we go away, we travel (to China), we come back. It has not changed, but … Continue reading
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Night on a Maine Island Will it stop knocking if No one answers the door? Trees sheath spiny fingers. A dog rests soundly, he knows the rocks of the shore will wear down first. In embered light, he thinks – … Continue reading
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“What I’m saying,” the man sitting one bar stool over was saying, “is that I’m a lot like you.” We were both, it seemed, three or four drinks too many into an idle Tuesday night, hovering languorously between the nothing … Continue reading
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“And what about God? God lingered/Like the scent of a beautiful woman who once/Faced them in passing and they didn’t see her face/” – Yehuda Amichai Think for a moment about running through a night dark as the asphalt beneath … Continue reading
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Nobody likes my favorite joke. I suppose I don’t even think it’s all that funny, or that it even makes much sense. But I like it the same way I liked the Yankees as a kid, or I drink Pabst … Continue reading
