Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The little girl I sometimes care for told me about one of her lessons in class today. “There was a handout on poetry,” she said. “Oh,” I smiled, “I know a little something about poetry.” “What?” She asked and I … Continue reading →

The album I am currently listening to is made up of recordings from one of your favorite artists from before you were born but released only recently. It isn’t bad. I think you’d like it if you still played LPs, … Continue reading →

Q. What makes you dance? What is it that inspires you to stand and step and strut and stride all over the floor and do it some more until there’s sweat and blood and sick and gore? What makes you … Continue reading →

After the apocalypse being banned from the 23rd Street Library won’t seem like such a big deal. After the apocalypse the fact that I never got around to throwing out my old LPs will turn out to be a good … Continue reading →

Adults are awful. Adults are, like, the third worst kind of people out there behind murderers and girls who save seats without putting anything on the seats to let you know that they saved them in the first place. Adults … Continue reading →

The brownstone down the block is gone. It’s just gone. Last time I looked it was an abandoned structure, sure, but now it’s gone. Totally gone – probably irrevocably so. How’d I miss it? I’m home a lot. Mightn’t I … Continue reading →

Do not start this conversation now here with so little quiet and so many witnesses. There is very little chance the conversation will be controlled just as you hope. What you ask is incendiary and I have been ready to … Continue reading →

You didn’t ask but still I believe I will offer my insight regarding the state of your situation and what you can do to fix your frigging life. Know your history. Know the ins and outs of your family and … Continue reading →

Hey, condescending guy: You. Yes, you! How many other guys around here do you think are quite so condescending as you? Well, trust me, if you do think about it, I’m sure you’ll find that in terms of talking down, … Continue reading →

You fucking coward. When you had a chance to beard the cage of the lion, the home of the very enemy you claimed for yourself long enough ago that its name had become your mantra, you opted to dodge it. … Continue reading →