This is a portrait of the much younger writer and artist Ricker Winsor by Austrian painter Alex Rutsch (RIP).
“Your love is an hallucination.” My young student in China wanted to discuss Gone with the Wind, wanted to take months to read and understand it. I read this book when I was about twelve years old, about the same age as my student, Xinlin, in Shanghai. The story engaged me completely but I have…Keep reading
The following summer I received a letter from Sebastiano. He was in New York and I called him, got his address, and was on my way into town, driving the family Mercedes at breakneck speed. In those days I prided myself in how fast I could get anywhere in Manhattan and back out to…Keep reading
But that was later. Now, I was saying goodbye to Sebastiano, to Ruth, to my friends, and getting ready to be the big surprise at my mother’s fiftieth birthday party. Ted, (the highway patrol/ FBI man), warned me indirectly against bringing any kief back to the states. Sebastiano had most of it anyway but…Keep reading
It’s a spark, the spark of life, catching something, stopping time.That is what photography is, what it can do.I selected pictures for this book that caught something fleeting, important.Nobody did that better thanHenri Cartier-Bresson and so I humblydedicate my book to him. Take a look at my other books on my Author Page at Amazon.comhttps://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00GU143TWMy…Keep reading
The writer and activist, Grace Paley (RIP) was someone much admired by almost everyone in the progressive/left community. We knew her in Vermont and one day a group of us were rehashing the tribulations of the peace and freedom movements of the sixties. In response to something she said, I replied, “I am too…Keep reading
Thomas Merton, in one of his many books, said something to the effect that, “Monks are like tall trees in the forest, silently purifying the air.” The life of the contemplative centers on quiet purification through prayer. Among the many Zen practitioners of China and Japan, the ones we know about wrote poems…Keep reading
from Ricker Winsor’s book Pakuwon City Muslims fast during Ramadan. For a month between sun up and sun down, no water, no food. Caddies pass out on the golf course or quit after nine holes. Some don’t fast and pretend to do so. Some fast quietly. Some swoon dramatically. For the ruling class this Muslim…Keep reading
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