Often it is difficult to measure success as an artist — if one is happy and satisfied with one’s own work does recognition from the outer world matter? And if so, what sort of recognition? I know people who argue that art should be a purely ego-less activity, that fame at any level is […]
In Armenian my name is Zachar, Զակար — the “y” is dropped since it means (if memory serves me, I could be wrong here) “son of” …. Zachary = Son of Zachar. I have always wondered how the հայ-language would deal with a name that didn’t allow itself to be changed. The […]
sesame street’s rrrrrr
I am not sure if Քնջութի Փողոց translates faithfully into Sesame Street, another television childhood favorite, but it is the closest I can get (ah, the electric babysitter). There isn’t a Հայ-language version of Sesame Street, though there is a Ulitsa Sezam (Russian), Iftah Ya Simsim (Arabic), Rechov Sumsum (Israel), Shara’a Simsim […]
the electric company’s jennifer of the jungle
As a wee Zachary I was fascinated by a children’s television show from the 1970s, The Electric Company; especially a segment staring Judy Graubert as Jennifer of the Jungle with her friend and Paul the Gorilla.
This poem wasn’t based on that sketch, I had written it before […]
The New York City poet Frank O’Hara, Ֆրանկ Օ’Հարա, was considered, by some, a Beatnik, Բետնիկ, in the same way Charles Bukowski, Չարլոս Բուկովսկի, is considered a Beat — neither man would embrace the title but because they didn’t belong to any easily identifiable group critics simply lump them in with the Beats. Allan […]