Blogalogue

Compact little essays from a stay-at-home tourist.

Melville’s Study

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Even though I’ve built more than 200 miniatures, I’ve made only three in the last ten years, and all have to do with Melville. Reading Moby-Dick, I recreated the Spouter Inn facade, and the room where Ishmael and Queequeg stayed. Moby-Dick contains 135 short chapters, each like a miniature narrative, and so visually vivid, that […] [Read More]

FOGGY DAY

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This morning, by the river. [Read More]
Categories: General

Down with Technology when Technology is Down

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Photo of Melville’s Writing Table at Arrowhead And in Miniature Utopia may be a mere idea, but who would argue against the actual existence of dystopia? I don’t believe for a minute that any previous era was “easier” than this one, but when one’s life-support-system, i.e., technology, fails, dystopia degrades into living hell, and I […] [Read More]

Recently Overheard

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~ In Tribeca, man to friend, sardonically: “If he pays for the drinks, I’ll laugh at his jokes.” ~ In Chelsea, in front of a Japanese culinary store, German tourists, girl to her boyfriend, drily: “I don’t think they’ll let us take knives on board.” ~ On Prince St., woman on cell, perturbed and intense: […] [Read More]

Identification (a story)

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He sat in his dingy, crowded little kitchen, with a thwarted philodendron leaning close, and added a dab of jam to a bowl of yogurt. He thought of the woman in the coffee shop he’d seen the day before, sitting two stools from his. Merely because she was so beautiful, he was interested to learn […] [Read More]
Categories: Short Story

The Art Collector (a story)

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I was delayed again at the hospital. The tests had become increasingly long, complex, and uncomfortable. The journey from the Medical Center to the frame house in North Jersey where I still lived with my parents (though I was 35) was two hours by bus. But my parents would wait to have dinner with me; […] [Read More]
Categories: General

One-two, One Two

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Two-twelve p.m., 1-2-12, Hudson River. [Read More]
Categories: General

Wrap Song

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Twas the day after Christmas and all through the streets, not a creature was stirring, except for the rats. The gift wrap is blowing in glittery sheets, and at heights in the clouds, like torn-paper kites. [Read More]
Categories: General