My Ordinary, Quixotic Jewishness
When we move away from abstractions, we get closer to the particulars, and so to the actual felt texture of lived life. Here’s an attempt in prose of doing that.
“Lilacs” for Harold Bloom
A reading in honor of Bloom.
Attempt at Definition of Cosmos Cooperative, with Some Swipes at Facebook for Good Measure
What happens when you combine platform co-operatives with the visionary?
“Tennessee Jed” and Paradise Lost; (or, the delight of the improvised solo)
What did Milton experience when he dictated Paradise Lost?
The Sounds Inside My Mind: An Explanandum
Why is this called “The Sounds Inside My Mind”?