Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The leather jacket is too cool. It’s too hot. It’s too sharp too black too imposing too much. I couldn’t pull off such a motorcycle coat in my younger prettier days let alone now in this hideous condition. The poseur … Continue reading →

They said It’s all right if you’re not a creator. You can be many other things instead. You can be a wall or a bucket or a danish or a motor vehicle. You could be a fishing rod or a … Continue reading →

There’s a point when you realize that the things you’re creating are not so much because you feel you have to create them but because you feel you have to create. You feel responsible to art, I mean, and you … Continue reading →

You look at me like that as you have for some time now but I doubt if anything’s going to change as you may wish. You are who you are and I are who I are and these are the … Continue reading →

I. Open yourself up to new experiences. New scary experiences. New uncomfortable experiences that can get you wet and frozen and might leave you on your feet – to an extent that might cramp up your legs not that there’ll … Continue reading →

Manhattan, you still shock me which should come as no surprise with what Con Ed still charges to put twinkle in the eyes of a couple million shoppers at a couple thousand stores – but economics ain’t news in this … Continue reading →

Death shuts us all up. After death, what’s left to say? “I’m sorry.” “My condolences.” “She’s in a better place now.” What good do those words do the dead? What good do those words do the mourning? What help language? … Continue reading →

It’s not that I give zero fucks it’s that I get zero fucks and then treat things in kind. I’m just preternaturally fuckless, is what it is. If it were different, I’d be offering fucks up and down the boulevard, … Continue reading →

Sure, I’ll be there for you, that’s what friends are for, right? And you’re a friend of mine so where you lead, I’ll follow every step you take, your shadow, strolling, traveling along, fighting ‘til the end. You can always … Continue reading →

Sure, I’ll be there for you, that’s what friends are for, right? And you’re a friend of mine so where you lead, I’ll follow every step you take, your shadow, strolling, traveling along, fighting ‘til the end. You can always … Continue reading →