January 1990
Words become sentences in spite of themselves, as moments become a life.
Sunbeams
A child’s trust has the stubbornest roots: it takes far more digging than you would expect to pull out every little piece.
The Ethics Of Photography
An Interview With John Rosenthal
It’s hard not to see that a photograph is an act of aggression, no matter who is taking it. You’re stopping people from the flow of their lives, you’re cropping them from the space in which they live and have their being, you’re juxtaposing them with something that they didn’t know they were next to.
Notes Toward A Journalism Of Consciousness
I was slowly beginning to question the whole purpose of identifying and eliminating “bad guys” from positions of power or influence, a purpose which seemed to be the end-all of investigative journalism. I wanted to know what made guys bad, and journalism seemed to have no means for investigating that.
The Park This Week
“This must be the utmost high point in the history of Tompkins Square Park,” I told Jim Brodie, coming back from a poetry reading three weeks ago.
Rose And Esther
Rose wore a hat with a feather, and gloves. Oh, she looked smart. Esther was proud to be with her. Rose said she’d called for a taxi, and they were to go downstairs to wait. Out they marched.
