“April is the cruelest month.” T. S. Eliot. Used to love him in my intellectual youth. Now, in my anti-intellectual middle age, I only remember this one verse. Instead of growing, I feel as if I’m shrinking. Shrinking, shrinking, shrunk. Soon, there will be nothing left. And that’s ok. A distant friend of mine has […]
This is what I will remember from Phoenix: sitting on the stage for the Babylon 5 panel, watching the screen with a seemingly endless list of names of our fallen comrades. Names and dates in brackets, coldly and impersonally indicating the year of birth and the year of death, framing finished lives within neat and
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I’m back home in Los Angeles, with Sarajevo on my mind. The images: an unspeakable number of hungry, abandoned dogs roaming the street heaps of uncollected trash in front of the once elegant, now disheveled Austro-Hungarian buildings closed museums and galleries that nobody wants or needs to finance crowded graveyards where you see the same
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