The Mumpsimus

When the Supreme Court's decision  on marriage equality was announced, a friend who'd just heard a snippet of news texted me: "Is it true?" "Yes," I replied. "My mothers' marriage must now be recognized in all 50 states." This is true and wonderful. As others have pointed out, the ruling lets marriage just be marriage, without the modifiers that have dominated the discourse of the last fifteen years or so — it is no longer gay  marriage or same-sex  marriage or traditional  marriage, just marriage. (Although marriage between two people only. Polyamory is still mind-bending to the mainstream.) Inevitably, and immediately, there were countless thinkpieces written, plus plenty of grandstanding and righteous gnashing by people who disagreed with the Court's majority decision. Also, and just as inevitably, there were the  folks  who see marriage of any sort as a tool of neoliberalism and oppression. It really takes a special sort...

From address given by Sema Kaygusuz, translated by Caroline Stockford : If I were to have to talk personally of what drives my own writing I would quite naturally have to step outside the framework of national literature. In fact, all of the world’s writers are actually stateless. Like many of them, I too have a feeling of separation that cannot be alleviated, a deep feeling of exile and disquietude within stemming from feeling cut off from nature. I too feel the discord of not being able to conform to hierarchical time and the resulting sensation of innate fragmentation that comes from this. On the other hand, when, as a being endowed with memory, I try to create for myself an intellectual framework I find myself experiencing a narcissistically comforting feeling that comes from being an inhabitant of a geography that has deep historical roots spread from the Mediterranean basin to Mesopotamia and from the Middle East to Anatolia. In other words, thanks to something primeval I a...