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  • Andreas Feininger, 42nd Street as Viewed from Weehawken, NY, 1942.

    The Flash, a Passage by Italo Calvino

    “It happened one day, at a crossroads, in the middle of a crowd, people coming and going. I stopped, blinked; I understood nothing. Nothing, nothing about anything; I didn’t understand the reasons…

  • Minor White, Windowsill Daydreaming, Rochester,1958

    The Moment, by Marie Howe

    Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment when,  nothing happens no what-have-I-to-do-today-list maybe  half a moment the rush of traffic stops. The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be slows to…

  • Gustave Caillebotte, Rooftops under Snow, 1878

    A Long Winter’s Nap

    This is a short, yet profound meditation on Christmas that I’ve held onto since it appeared in the Editorial section of The New York Times last year.  It is, in my opinion,…

  • Agnes Martin, "This Rain," 1960 Oil on canvas, 70 x 70 inches from Zwirner and Wirth

    Parable of the Equal Hearts

    Once there were two lovers that had equal hearts. One would pursue one, the other would pursue the other. Then the angels looked down and said: “What a waste,” and made them…

  • 18th century Indian miniature. Artist unknown.

    “In the Green Morning, Now, Once More”

    In the green morning, before Love was destiny, The sun was king, And God was famous. The merry, the musical, The jolly, the magical, The feast, the feast of feasts, the festival…

  • One Hundred and Eighty Degrees, by Federico Moramarco

    Have you considered the possibility that everything you believe is wrong, not merely off a bit, but totally wrong, nothing like things as they really are? If you’ve done this, you know…

  • Lawren Harris, entitled, "Snow II", from 1915.

    The Snowfall is So Silent, by Miguel de Unamuno

    The snowfall is so silent, | so slow, | bit by bit, with delicacy | it settles down on the earth | and covers over the fields. […]

  • William Segal - scan from, "A Voice at The Borders of Silence," p. 235

    At This Moment, by William Segal

    When we turn to anything other than God we miss the mark. Even when we turn to God as an image or concept or idea, we miss the mark This is what…

  • John Cage

    If You’re Lucky

    “Something my father remembered the composer John Cage saying to him during the 1950’s often came to his mind: ”When you start working, everybody is in your studio – the past, your…

  • Tsuchiya Koitsu, Suijin woods in the snow along the Sumida River, Tokyo

    Christmas Sparrow, by Billy Collins

    Every year, my wife and I send out Christmas cards along with a story or a poem tucked carefully inside to our close friends and family. We chose this amazing poem by Billy Collins this year and I wish to share it with all of you.