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In 1963, the summer I turned 11, my mother had a gig evaluating Peace Corps programs in Egypt and Ethiopia. My younger brother and I spent most of that summer in France. We were first in Paris with my mother before she left for North Africa, then with my father and his girlfriend in a tiny town on the Mediterranean. (In the middle of our six-week sojourn there, the girlfriend ran off to marry a Czech she’d met, but that’s another story.) In Paris, I saw American tourists striding around in their shorts and sandals, cameras slung around their necks, staking out positions in cathedrals and museums. I listened to my mother’s commentary on what she considered their boorishness and... Read more
Daniel Brock Johnson’s second book of poetry, Shadow Act: An Elegy for Journalist James Foley, is a representation of the relationship between two friends. On the one hand, the journalist James Foley. On the other, the poet. It’s as if the two men were bound together so deeply and eerily that their lives are each other’s shadows. Foley’s adventures—he is eventually murdered abroad—may seem utterly opposite to the quieter life of the poet, but the letters the two men exchange—some of which drive the poetry in this collection—are only part of the revelation that Foley’s hunger for the scene of action, the war zone, the story is drenched in a longing for peace. Just as the poet’s peace reposes at the edge of all the violence and turmoil of our times. Worked out over poems that vary dramatically in shape and style, and that move from the terse and lyrical to the long-lined and prosaic call of grief, this collection is a dazzling display.
[CHERYL and ADAM sit on a designer couch in their West Village apartment that they can afford even though they don’t really seem to work. SARA enters.]
SARA: Steve broke up with me!
ADAM: Aw, sweetie, there are plenty of fish in the sea.
CHERYL (gesticulating with a Bop It): Which makes it statistically unlikely you’ll ever find your perfect match.
SARA and ADAM (hands on hips, smiling): Cheryl!
[CHERYL and SUSAN shop for lavish dresses even though it’s not really clear whether they have jobs that pay them enough to afford this lifestyle. DAVE enters.]
DAVE: Well, it’s over. Jill said she never wants to see me again!
SUSAN: It’s not you; it’s her.
- by Aparna Chivukula
- by Shayla Love
On the face of it, you might expect North of Tyne Mayor Jamie Driscoll to be despondent about his political future. Elected in May 2019 with 34 percent of first preference votes, the left-wing regional leader was blocked from Labour’s shortlist for the broader position of North East Mayor by Keir Starmer and his allies. […]
Right now we have central banks attempting to control inflation by crushing wages. But wage-push demand isn’t the primary driver of inflation, it is corporate profit taking (increasing prices much faster than their costs) and some genuine supply bottlenecks.
This cannot be fixed by central banks except by smashing ordinary people flat, and in certain senses not even then, since it will lead to long term maldistribution of resources which will lead to real economic problems in the future: problems not based on distribution or finance, but on lack of physical ability to create what we need.
If we want to fix this we have to make it so that those who control economic decision making can only do well if the population as a whole does well. That means politicians who want to help the population (not 90% of European or American pols) and corporate leaders who need the population to do well.