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Beyond Idiocy, Towards Involvement
Convergence / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 2

Beyond Idiocy, Towards Involvement

“It is not a matter of governing; still less of being governed.” Marcel Havrenne Hannah Arendt reminds us that “…to the Greeks, private life seemed ‘idiotic’ because it lacked the diversity that comes with speaking about something and thus the experience of how things really function in the world” (Arendt […]

Cliff Notes (or Notes for Going Over One)
Convergence / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 2

Cliff Notes (or Notes for Going Over One)

Though it would be hard to say in a single sentence, let me try to understand this: shortly before the holidays, Politico reported that a rogue band of Republican Congressmen had been convening under cover of darkness for several weeks in the shadow of the duly appointed bipartisan House investigative […]

To Shake or Be Shook Down
Arts & Culture / The Reading Room / Vol. 1 No. 2

To Shake or Be Shook Down

Once as a girl, she dreamed an urban kingdom. In the time of the dream, women of the kingdom were squatting over toilets, over gold chamberpots. There was one man—he was understood as the king—in all the imagined city. And this “king” walked among the women and among the pots. […]

The Hudson River: An Autobiography
Arts & Culture / The Reading Room / Vol. 1 No. 2

The Hudson River: An Autobiography

PART IV: VISIONS IN HISTORY This town’s edge, a collapsing shore, seems always to be where live the poor. In my mother’s time, they called us river rats,/ now the words mix insults/ of race, stones on our tongues we spit at others. * * * * * History’s latest […]

At Shakespeare’s Bed
Arts & Culture / The Reading Room / Vol. 1 No. 2

At Shakespeare’s Bed

Among the rubble of our wounded nation the vibrant image of a lyric warrior haunts my fragile solitude, the canopy above his sleep after long years’ scribbling blank as silent centuries since departed. Plays and poems do not heal politics. A writer’s skyward reach, earthly guesswork’s intuition, gathers straw and […]

Banana Boat Moon Selection: Five Poems
Arts & Culture / The Reading Room / Vol. 1 No. 2

Banana Boat Moon Selection: Five Poems

Banana Boat Moon And a hibiscus behind your ear like the exotically melancholy singer though you are a mad cap trickster who changes your birthday from hurricane time to June 11 on a spring whim in route to the place you claim to be born in it rolls off your […]

Styles of Democracy
Convergence / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 2

Styles of Democracy

Increasingly, since the Supreme Court some thirty-plus years ago ruled to allow unlimited funding by private and corporate interests, the United States has steadily moved toward political degeneration and corrupting abuse of democracy’s frameworks. This issue stands at the forefront of any discussion regarding democracy’s present and future reality. I […]

The Substance of Style: On Being Unapologetically Black Now
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 2

The Substance of Style: On Being Unapologetically Black Now

Why does being “unapologetically black” matter now? The Black Lives Matter movement put these words “unapologetically black” in motion through their written statements and the embodied signage of t-shirts, bags, and other body work. A Black Lives Matter t-shirt with the “nutritional facts” label for “Unapologetically Black” declares: “Serving Size: […]

Convergence / Vol. 1 No. 1

Convergence 1: Fables of Freedom


the A-Line: a journal of progressive thought will highlight, by way of the feature called “Convergence,” problems for thought and practice at least monthly, beginning with the launch issue of the journal. We will regularly solicit short pieces of writing from several of our contributors, contributing editors, as well as guest […]

Passport to Freedom
Convergence / International / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 1

Passport to Freedom

The signature page of my passport instructs the bearer—in all caps—to “See p. 27.” Reissued in 2014, my copy of this inestimable document, snugly fit in its leather case, edged at two corners in gold metal, rode my left hip for all of three years, when, one fine day, not […]