American Life

American anarchism has always been a literary conceit more than a political (or anti-political) program

Greenville’s favorite son is the poetically tragic Shoeless Joe Jackson, the illiterate millhand whom Babe Ruth called ‘the greatest hitter I had ever seen’

The mural painted on my envisioned Thelonious Monk Alley would feature images of little Thelonious in his fireman’s cap, surrounded by firemen, and the adult Thelonious at the piano

A circuit that was born in Batavia in 1939 died in Manhattan’s oppressive Time-Life Building

Should the state of New York be divided into two states?

The 19th Amendment is a matter of Upstate New York regional pride

‘To-day the doctor says I must die — all is over with me — ah, so young to die’

Shrink state power so radically that policy disagreements would be akin to flyweight arguments over the merits of Coke vs Pepsi

The late great American astronomer Leslie Peltier was onto something

We will learn once more that ’tis better to be a flower-seeker than a power-seeker

In the event of the gun confiscation fancied by the Democratic party’s billionaires and its NPR tote-bag carriers, the hinterlands will not submit