The epic abomination of “Sex and the City”
When challenged to use the word horticulture in a sentence the writer, poet, and critic Dorothy Parker retorted, “You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.” Parker, the...
Category: Themes
Two Eyes Show
Two eyes show two streets separate. The one walks along normal, like it has a day to live out. The other mimics it. Forgets it. The other wanders about smelling its own sidewalks and imagining cars...
The Damned, Hunters and Demons
Chloe Bradshaw is thirteen. This is her second publication with GlobalComment. I have arrived in a house under cover of darkness. I can feel the hunger overwhelming me as I crawl upon the ceiling. I...
Russia and Georgia: darkness falls
This is a special edition of this column. Here are two things you ought to know about the conflict flaring up between Russia and Georgia: First of all, Russia does not want NATO on her doorstep, and...
The Hamptons: life’s a beach
As I stepped out from the bus with tinted windows and took a look around, I thought for a second I was a millionaire… Allow me to explain: My friend Robin Leacock invited me to spend the weekend in...
The “N”
Please note than an audio version is now available below the text. I have a friend who says the "N": A Whiteboy who's crazy as sin. "What up my 'N'!?" when my call Reaches him. "Nothing much, Homey,"...
The deaths that bind us: Solzhenitsyn, Pugovkin, Mordyukova
It feels instinctive to say that the death of Alexander Solzhenitsyn marks an end of an era. Which era, though? Solzhenitsyn's life spanned many eras: WWII, the gulag, the Khrushchev years,...
Thanks, Hollywood! The joy of unneeded sequels
We see it on blogs, websites, magazines. We hear it on radio shows. We even comment on it to each other. Believe me, I know how cliché it is to say that Hollywood is out of ideas. But in that same...
Terror in Bangalore
I wasn’t born in Bangalore. I don’t live there now. But ever since I was a child, it’s been the seat of my family. I’ve smelled the jasmine and diesel in the air. I’ve seen the elections of...
We, the Potheads
Please note that an audio verion of the poem is available below the text. Rise and Shine, Wake and Bake, Eat the Cake After some Shake 'n Bake... We, the Potheads, sure Love Pissin' Smokey off by Not...