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Hometown Heroes
… St. Vincent-St. Mary outside Cleveland: “There is something about witnessing greatness before the rest of the world fully arrives to it. The witnessing can make you feel like you, too, have access to anything and everything. For a moment, it feels like no horror will ever befall you.”
Which is why we watch sports …
Bridges
… father-in-law did the same thing!” I can feel him near, perhaps sitting across the room, listening in and nodding. Often, too, when I am alone, I picture him standing beside me. This might be in the kitchen, he approving of my use of old bread to make garlic soup, as he nibbles …
Read MoreSnow!
… trip over the pass in the dark of a winter evening, the mix of swirling snow and mist was so thick you could not see even three feet ahead. With deadly drop-offs and 17-percent grades, it wasn’t safe. My friend’s uncle got out of the car and walked just in front …
Read MoreGood Vibrations
… planting trees (eucalyptus, almond, apricot, and more) around a series of low-slung support buildings that house an office and other essentials. The Integratron itself, standing 33 feet tall, is corralled behind a log fence and framed by a pair of palm trees. A series of 64 red Dirod electrostatic generators—vital to Van Tassel …
Read MoreRipeness Is All
… contemporaries, reverencing his great forebear, Arrau’s “Chasse neige” far trumps Danhauser’s painting. Liszt’s “snowstorm” resonates and expands; it jars open a bygone world of feeling and experience both conscious and subliminal. It exudes a veritable elixir of memory.
Could any young pianist or conductor accomplish such a feat? There are ways. Van …
Lior Modan
“I feel like art should be touched,” says Queens-based sculptor Lior Modan. “It’s just another form of transferring knowledge.” His vacuum-cast, velvet bas-reliefs depict ephemeral, dream-like interior scenes that are at once alluring and illusive. “All of my work is about the space between your eyes, your brain, your …
Read MoreI So Wish That You Remembered
… before the pandemic, I visited her only every few months. So maybe lockdown wasn’t all that different for her, but on Zoom, I couldn’t help feeling mean, yakking on about my incomprehensible life as she dabbed her mouth with a handkerchief, big brown eyes blinking slowly, a caregiver at her side prompting, “That …
Read MoreHiatus
… I had bought sunflower oil instead of olive on my last trip to the store, and that was what I used that day. But I did not feel triumphant. I can’t believe I’m doing this, I thought, staring into the pan. The color was not the green-gold that I was accustomed to …
Read MoreMy Name Is Emily
… three-year-old, she seemed fully contained, dense, full of secrets rich and deep, like a grave.
Taking this memory apart to examine and then describe it feels like pulling out a tattered toy from a creaky old trunk in a darkened attic, then blowing the dust off its crinkling, straw-filled body. It feels …
See It, Say It
… antechamber, was well lit, appearing from the street almost like a stage in a dark theater. With the door to the street closed and locked, customers would feel safe using the cash machine. But are you ever really safe? Whoever is within the antechamber is practically in a spotlight, and anyone wishing to waylay someone …
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