Category Archives: Authos

Set Me Free: Black Liberation, Me, and Dr. Cone, R.I.P.

As secretary to black theologian and Reverend James H Cone some years back, I was meant to book him a hotel room in Boston for a conference. Unfortunately, I forgot, and when Dr Reverend Cone arrived at his hotel it … Continue reading

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Weird Fucks and 7th Heaven: Patti Smith and Lynne Tillman

Always I have been a fan of little things. I had a wagon as a child, a little red one, and used to drag it around the garden and to houses checking if anyone had any “little things” to spare. … Continue reading

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Book of the Week: “03” on a streetcorner

“From the bus stop across the street it was hard to tell, but suddenly I understood, seeing the passengers in the van that collected her every morning, that she was slightly retarded. Once you knew, it was easy to make … Continue reading

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Hello Darkness Goodbye Franz

So I was upset when Franz Wright died last week. He is, as one obituary said, a “beloved poet” to many, including me. The first poems of his I read, twenty years ago now, took me by the throat and … Continue reading

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