October Words
By Eve Grubin – I try to speak slant or bright. My words meet triangles of fire, thrown. Meanings I make disintegrate. I try to speak slant or bright. If I say… pogrom, the turning begins… I become mute. I must not say, I cannot name… So many words can’t be said. No matter what, […]
One Schnitzel Away
By Ronit Eitan The freezer door opens, and the cool air hits me in the face, giving a momentary reprieve from August’s unbearable humidity. I reach and pull out the red plastic container full of panko breadcrumbs that sits crammed at the back. Although a sizeable container, it is surprisingly light in weight. On the […]
In Rembrandt’s Workshop
By Prof. William Kolbrener I have been sheltering – with Rembrandt. My self-portrait came with Dutch postmarks – inside the parcel, the hemp string knotted, the thick brown paper torn-open, the smooth laser-printed acrylic surface underneath. Glassy depth and weight. My portable shelter. Rembrandt made between 80 and 100 self-portraits. Hamlet has 7 soliloquies. In […]
