Dreamers Rise

A visual retrospective of this blog for 2009, in chronological order. The links below the images are to my posts, followed by the original w...

As the year waned she spent most of her weekend morning hours in bed, asleep if she could stay asleep or just thinking with her eyes closed ...

Sometime in the 19th century (an Emperor is on the throne of France), a Parisian woman named Anne relocates to a tiny village in the country...

NYU's Institute for the Study of the Ancient World is currently featuring a new exhibit entitled "The Lost World of Old Europe: Th...

It's warmer tonight and a fog lies across the lake. The ice is still sound -- it won't thaw yet for weeks -- but as soon as evening ...

à Amittai Aviram As an autumn afternoon advanced, Arthur Asbury, an accomplished Assyriologist, ambled along an avenue, arriving at an Astur...

A train accident, possibly in Dutchess County, New York or thereabouts. The front bears the handwritten date "1920" in the bottom ...

With a few notable exceptions so-called "holiday music" tends to make me cringe. If I'm trapped in a department store in Decem...

In the olden days of the Arabian Nights a fisherman threw his raggle-taggle net into the Mediterranean. He pulled, and pulled, and pulled th...

The field had been abandoned two years before. Someone had come and hauled off the cattle for the winter and in the spring they didn't c...

A solitary figure stands silhouetted at the bottom of an expanse of gray, its back turned. Directly beyond, seemingly floating in space but ...

The old man was only her uncle, not her father, but he had raised her -- he and his wife, while she lived -- and she was the next of kin. Sh...

As a rule I'm a sucker for loud, garish colors, the more the merrier, but the images below celebrate the lost, enforced virtues of tight...

In later years it would become just another literary magazine, albeit a very good one, but in its first decade there really was something sp...

In the weeks that followed, Matilda returned to the apartment on Bedford Street every Saturday afternoon. She would have come more often, if...

I've just returned from the Japan Society's beautifully mounted exhibition, Serizawa: Master of Japanese Textile Design, devoted to...