Dreamers Rise

Forest's edge, March 2016.

I don't know why this little body of water bears the name that it does. It's true that it's a bit isolated, though there's ...

Wintergreen. Of late I've been taking weekend walks in a nearby nature preserve. The most surprising thing about these walks may be the ...

Edward Gibbon on how the Roman emperor Diocletian, after abdicating the throne of his own free will, responded when his former co-emperor im...

At midnight, over the murmur of the wind, a knock at the door jolts us awake. It's a Roman centurion, in full regalia, but he's read...

Winding along at the bottom of the gorge is a dangerously narrow wheel-road, occupying the bed of a former torrent. Following this road to i...

We live on a small lot on a fully developed street a couple of blocks off the main drag in a busy suburban town. The train station and the ...

More than one hundred and fifty years ago, Austin Reed, an African-American inmate of New York State's Auburn State Prison, wrote a boo...

"I despise the looks of a novel. The cursed infernal things, I can't bear the sight of one. They are a curse to every one that read...

I grew up in a community of eighty or so houses built on a hill leading up from a small man-made lake. In the winter you could see the lake ...

From time immemorial the function of the prophet has consisted of one thing and one thing only: to cry down the wrath of the heavens upon th...

"Shake" is pretty much your typical Vulgar Boatmen song: understated but relentless, made up of lyrics stitched together from sc...

Everyone, at school, at home, in the street, told him cruel and ugly things about the Devil, and in his catechism book he saw him in Hell, e...

I'm re-posting this piece (with a couple of additional images) for two reasons: because I've just been leafing through my copy ...

There are two detailed primary sources, as well as a number of supporting documents, on the prosecution of Ernest de Lipowski (see previou...

Here's as much as I've been able to piece together of the story of Ernest de Lipowski, the father of the young girl whose 1887 photo...

The fundamentals — trees, sky, water, the calling of crows — do not change. Smoke rises above the tea-house. The geese glean the fields...

Luc Sante: The game may not be over, but its rules have irrevocably changed. The small has been consumed by the big, the poor have been ev...

The seventh annual retrospective of the year's postings at this address. Visiting professor On the town Spring List American ...

A seasonal song, sort of, in that many of us will be having company over the next few days. The short-lived band heard here, Right to Left...