‘Other Women’ by Nicholas Montemarano
|February 13, 2013|
Black Spot I, Wassily Kandinsky, 1912
From Five Chapters:
It had to be their son.
That was my first thought when Peter called early that cold March morning to say that there was an emergency and could I come over right away.
Before I could say yes, I’d be right there, he said, “We’re in the middle of a crisis here,” and that’s how I knew—that word, crisis, which I associate more with adults than children—that he was talking about him and Diana.
“I’ve been having an affair,” he told me.
“Okay, wow, okay,” I said, trying to sound and be calm.
“I told Diana, and she’s a mess, and Yo is crying, and we need help.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I said.
I’d said yes without knowing what day it was, what time Michael was teaching, and who was going to bring Emma to school.
Emma was still sleeping in bed beside Michael, who was prepping class, notes on his lap, reading glasses on the edge of his nose. He’d been teaching for five years—he would come up for tenure the following spring—but still got nervous before class. The location of his glasses made him look older than he was—he was thirty-eight then, and I was forty—and I wanted him to push them up on his nose.
I walked quietly to his side of the bed and whispered that Peter and Diana were in trouble and I needed to go over to their house.
Merleau-Ponty’s Child Psychology
As much as death signals the end of the self, birth is just as mysterious. Both extend out to infinity and signal the brevity and contingency of our lives. As mysterious are those first few years of life that one does not have access to as an adult, I know I existed before my earliest memories. I know I interacted with others, I learned to walk and talk. I was willful from my parent’s tales.
William Pope.L: Reader Friendly
William Pope.L is famous for (among other things) carrying a business card that identifies him as “The Friendliest Black Artist in America.” It’s a clever gag because it makes itself true, in a way, every time it draws people closer. The card must be especially useful when Pope.L does business with people who dread Black men or Black artists.
10 Things the NSA Has Seen Me Do
One winter in my early twenties myself and some good friends — a merging of art, music and literary ladies of New York, full-grown girls aspiring to be women — got together, had a lovely dinner, some wine and delightful chat. Then we decided to spend an hour practicing “Teach Me How To Dougie”. NSA — can you teach me how to Dougie? You know why? “Because all my bitches love me.”
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