"And because no one came to his birthday party, one week later we’re in a war."  - a friend of Rebecca Solnit's - No love rece...

Rebecca Solnit Caitlin Johnstone  Sarah Kendzior Masha Gessen Astra Taylor  Ruth Ben-Ghiat Naomi Klein  Heather Cox Richardson The Baltic Si...

The Shakespeare way… Know little Latin and less Greek. Remove your ego to the extent that you can fully inhabit a saint, a murderer, a queen...

I think the imagination is committed to the justice of wholesomeness. It's not interested in one dimensional stuff, or reductionism, or ...

 My DNA results came in. Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather was a monarch butterfly. Much of who I am is still wriggling under ...

When Don Cristobal returned to a hero’s welcome, his caravels corked with treasures of the New World, he presented his findings; told of his...

On the "provide-and-prepare" model: What, then, must be thought of that barbarous education which sacrifices the present to an unc...

Japanese haiku, the simple three-line form of poetry, is now the world’s most popular poetic form. Since it first became known in the West o...

NOW it is a different sort of contest - not what you saw - not what you - we - talked about. Now the contest is between knowing and not know...

The overwhelming impression conveyed in Dickinson’s letters to Susan Dickinson and to her other correspondents is of someone who couldn’t st...

 I am not I.                    I am this one walking beside me whom I do not see, whom at times I manage to visit, and whom at other times ...

Objects of art not merely interest and absorb, they move us; we are not merely involved with them, but concerned with them, and care about t...

True literature can thrive only in places where literature is created not by obedient and reliable bureaucrats but by madmen, recluses, here...

Toxic, aggressive masculine energy is the result of society treating boys and men in a certain way. Traditionally, the playful boy inside a ...

As I look back over the past years, reflecting on the blunders committed by my awkward self, I remember that at one time it was my ambition ...