Sublime

Both the Negro and the Jew are helpless; the pressure of living is too immediate and incessant to allow time for understanding. I can conceive of no Negro native to this country who has not, by the age of puberty, been irreparably scarred by the conditions of his life. All over Harlem, Negro boys and girls are growing into stunted maturity, trying

Even after the ringing stopped, the sound of the bell lingered in the indoor evening gloom like dust floating in the air.

Son petit recueil, qui ne circule que dans les parages immédiats du 41, suffit cependant à le faire considérer comme poète, dans toute la plénitude de ce statut. C’est un statut enviable parce que, même si on mène une vie de misère, il protège de l’opprobre lié à une vie de misère, et beaucoup, une fois qu’ils l’ont acquis, en jouissent sans plus é

“And,” says Doris Lessing, in her preface to African Stories, “while the cruelties of the white man toward the black man are among the heaviest counts in the indictment against humanity, colour prejudice is not our original fault, but only one aspect of the atrophy of the imagination that prevents us from seeing ourselves in every creature that bre

Weird. Food one minute, garbage the next.

The odd confluence of Rose’s name and the use of “roses” in the lyric confused Jerome Robbins when he first heard it. “Everything’s coming up Rose’s what?” he famously asked.

“And Yael?” “She’s fine. She’s in Auschwitz.”