Take me to the river, release your charms
Let me lay down a while in your sweet, loving arms
Wake me, shake me, free me from sin
Make me invisible, like the wind
Got a mind that ramble, got a mind that roam
I’m travelin’ light and I’m a-slow coming home
Bob Dylan, Mother of Muses
“Kneeling is both an act of defiance and resistance, but also of reverence, of mourning, but also honoring lives lost. It is also simple and clear. Its simplicity gave it symbolic power, and as we see now, its power persists.”
Chad Williams, the chairman of the Department of African and Afro-American Studies at Brandeis University
On Bergen and Franklin, Brooklyn
“After the president’s reality show ended last night, while the nation nervously watched the chaos that engulfs us, President Trump probably laid in bed pleased with himself for descending another rung on the dictatorial ladder.”
— Senator Chuck Schumer condemning President Trump for his response to protests around the country and in the capital, after peaceful demonstrators were gassed in front of the White House so Trump could pose for a photograph with a Bible.
On a morning walk, Franklin Avenue—
Today’s bowl — Greek yogurt, Honeycrisp apple, blueberries, blackberries, pomegranate seeds, Saraghina granola
Photos by Craig Lassig, Stephen Maturen and Richard Tsong-Taatarii
