a memory of desire. The face turns toward me, draws near, filling my sight. The warm hand slips from where ... some flaw. I feel it there: an emptiness still at center, an omission, some failure of memory or ... Page 112 from Issue 80 I remember our tour of the long room of tanks, the small pink masses that ...

memory... but then, he had all the records... or did he? Apparently he paid a number of interviewees never ... to tell their version of the story, which meant that he controlled the memory of these two men on ... important sense these people were my collaborators too. I began to ask myself questions about my culture, my ...

Page 80 from Issue 67 reason or another formal education wasn't available to them and ... their work, of whatever kind, as numbed to a silence their children could hardly pierce. Nor were they ... Arendt says that since the nineteenth century we have glorified labor as the source of all values. For us ...

a [apanese-American, also had a great collection. We had apartments right next to each other, and the w�lls were so ... over and over again. We didn't want to be bothered going through the entire side. And he said ... a record [album] called Kind of Blue [by Miles Davis]. A friend of mine, Lawson Inada, who's ...