Established in 1711 on the banks of the East River between Pearl and Water Streets, the Wall Street Slave Market became one of the nation’s most profitable slave markets. It is estimated that by 1730, almost one in five people in New York were enslaved.
Read MoreListen to the original song by Lawrence Kim and His Boss: Dreamland
Read MoreBroken baby dolls and animal bones
that’s what I found at Dead Horse Bay
Pets used to come here
and leave as glue
So if you hear a bark or neigh…
Tell me about memory and distance and time. I don’t quite understand how they converge even now, pushing forty. I used to view distance solely in terms of time, used to think any trip that was an hour north was in the same place: visiting cousins in Bergen County, going on trips to museums in the city, venturing off to my dad’s office in North Brunswick. They were all in the neighborhood of an hour from my hometown and, being a child, I never looked at a map, never gleaned where they all were in relation to one another. I thought of everything with a flawed logic, without a sense of space or geometry. That was something I had to learn. It shifted when I went from passenger to driver, changing my relationship to the roads on which I traveled.
I took the sea to the C
searching for ghosts at Dead Horse beach
a ship appeared to me
I swam out so I could see
"Come aboard my darlin
it's the last time I'll be callin
come aboard and sail with me."
Read MoreI took the sea to the C
searching for ghosts at Dead Horse beach
a ship appeared to me
I swam out so I could see
"Come aboard my darlin
it's the last time I'll be callin
come aboard and sail with me."
Read MoreThe year I was born, a hurricane made landfall on Long Island that sent gray Atlantic waves gobbling up the sand and slamming against the building where my family lived. We had a third floor apartment that faced the sea, nothing but a strip of beach between us. When I got a little older, my father would take me onto our terrace during storms to see bolts of lightning slice the water, or watch as the ocean slowly swallowed the sun.
Read MoreTell me about memory and distance and time. I don’t quite understand how they converge even now, pushing forty. I used to view distance solely in terms of time, used to think any trip that was an hour north was in the same place: visiting cousins in Bergen County, going on trips to museums in the city, venturing off to my dad’s office in North Brunswick. They were all in the neighborhood of an hour from my hometown and, being a child, I never looked at a map, never gleaned where they all were in relation to one another. I thought of everything with a flawed logic, without a sense of space or geometry. That was something I had to learn. It shifted when I went from passenger to driver, changing my relationship to the roads on which I traveled.