This jar contained something different

The students aren’t learning? We’ll fix that: we’ll test them.

Exceptionalism is
                             my proudest embarrassment

It’s my own personal touch, though not an original one, on the cycle of starting from the esthetic, growing into the ethical, and maturing into the religious

First, she is a goddess. She is one today throughout East Asia—although in some countries she is a he. Yes the goddess is sometimes a god, so that's worth a second look, for some a veritable double-take. You can see that even as a woman, she is often ambiguously gendered, where some of the statues are flat-chested and almost indistinguishable from representations of the young Buddha himself.

I am terrified by the idea of writing in a language that is not my own. How could I think or write in English? Which part of myself do I have to give up? Is thinking and feeling in a different language a type of prostitution?

Then the art descended.  Now that was a cold day! 

Andrei Oisteanu's groundbreaking study on Mircea Eliade and drugs

new scholarship on Dada and picto-poesy from Andrei Oisteanu

We women are naked, men ill suited.

An essay by Tzveta Sofronieva
Translated from the German by Chantal Wright

When I arrived in Germany fifteen years ago - from America, not Bulgaria - I knew four words: 'gut', 'kaputt', 'heil' (from 'Heil Hitler!'), all from Russian war films, and 'das Sein' because of Kan

In today's US, religion is one of the few fields