For Eunice and Vijay

For Eunice and Vijay

    I. All this whining after the passing is like cigarette smoke. Coiling up. Eunice would puff away at it, askance; her questions tightly grabbing at shirt corners, a little determined to be sly. The neighbors are frying jalebi to eat with curdled cream. Bloody brown sahibs. Don't you know, we're good at pretense…

Learning from John Berger

Learning from John Berger

In the past weeks so many persons around the world are together in remembering John Berger — as though he were a friend, almost as though we are all friends. As though in this mourning there is some elation reminiscent of another time and another life when it was possible to pronounce the word solidarity without…