Against Materialism
By Poetry Issue 123
I think I knew Schmidt. He preceded me
In his fascination with mathematics and poetry
And his weakness of imagination, but that’s all I can tell you.
Naturalism
By Poetry Issue 123
Naturalism was always the goal: as philosophy,
Read MorePrivacy and Consolation
By Poetry Issue 123
They’re a version of reality vs. appearance,
Of what consoles you vs. what you believe is true.
In the Face of Death: Damien Hirst and the Thrill of Mortality
By Visual Art Issue 123
As we stand eye to eye with one of nature’s greatest killing machines, in awe of the jagged teeth that maul and maim, we are also aware that the life force that once animated this death-dealing predator has gone, and the formaldehyde in which it floats is merely delaying its decay.
Read MoreIn the Studio
By Visual Art Issue 123
I strongly believe that for a Jew to make art, one has to be steeped in Jewish culture, as well as the contemporaneous culture of the West. I found my way into Judaism through the biblical story of the Exodus, especially the idea that each Jew identifies with this story as if they were present at Mount Sinai, because, as the Talmud explains, all Jewish souls, present and future, were at Mount Sinai to witness the divine.
Read MoreQuiet Nights in Paris
By Essay Issue 123
On my first morning, I read from John’s Gospel, “Let us also go, that we may die with him.” It felt like a prophecy, the way my life would go. Something I could accept, because it would make meaning.
Read MoreSelf-Portrait
By Fiction Issue 123
I was only twenty, driven by a dreamy conviction that life would unfold exactly the way I wanted. Others told me I floated through the world. This they said with a mixture of pity and scorn. I didn’t know what they meant; I’m still not sure I do.
Read MoreParable of the Bromeliad in Bloom (or Why We Should Always Celebrate Your Birthday)
By Poetry Issue 123
Married Sex
By Essay Issue 123
Watch the author discuss this essay in his InStudio interview. OUR FIRST TIME WAS IN NEBRASKA. It was winter. Holiday Inn Express. We fucked once in the shower and again, later, while watching a documentary about glaciers. I remember snow fell from the night sky and we watched it from our bed. I remember the…
Read MoreGnosis
By Poetry Issue 123
My sanctuary from the sanctuary
was a dim Sunday school room.


