Artist’s statement
Whether mounted on a wall or placed lovingly in a neat plastic notebook on the counter, the dread Artist Statement is always easily found, polluting… Read More »Artist’s statement
Brian Felsen
Photo Gallery: Towards a Science of Consicousness conference
Of all of the mysteries of the universe, none is crazier, nor more amazing to me, than the mystery of consciousness. I’ve always been interested… Read More »Photo Gallery: Towards a Science of Consicousness conference
Jacques Derrida Lives Again!
“The effects or structure of a text are not reducible to its ‘truth’, to the intended meaning of its presumed author.” (Derrida, Otobiographies, quoted in… Read More »Jacques Derrida Lives Again!
Book review: Nicholas Humphrey’s “Soul Dust”
In an earlier post, I wrote about how the dinner I had at Nicholas Humphrey‘s house while visiting the UK for the London Book Fair.… Read More »Book review: Nicholas Humphrey’s “Soul Dust”
Tuli Kupferberg, 1923-2010
Tuli Kupferberg died yesterday. While his contribution to the history of punk music, the antiwar movement, the American counterculture and Lower East Side scene… Read More »Tuli Kupferberg, 1923-2010
Erdogan
9/20/2002 The elections are coming in two months. The leftists include two Jews whose-families converted to Islam in the 1920’s, Al Gore types, western-oriented and… Read More »Erdogan
Yom Kippur in Istanbul
Last night, we went to temple Neve Shalom on the European side of Istanbul so our Israeli friends could check out the Yom Kippur evening… Read More »Yom Kippur in Istanbul
Fighting at the Sultan’s grave
Elif met me one day near Mesut’s bread factory in Fatih, and we went to the Sultan’s grave at the Suleymanie Mosquegot, where we got… Read More »Fighting at the Sultan’s grave
Six months with the Istanbul Opera
2/17/2002 The Turkish Opera had its auditions on the 11th for new people to become a sozmesleli, or independent contractor. You toil away for the… Read More »Six months with the Istanbul Opera
Puking in Diyarbakir and Nemrut Dag
Now it was time to head north to Diyarbakir. I was pissed at Isik for having sung Mardin folksongs the whole time we were around… Read More »Puking in Diyarbakir and Nemrut Dag