Day 4: Russell

Dear Russell,

I hope this letter finds you healthy and safe in Senegal. I’ve been following your blog with interest and I’m glad you’re finding a lot to do.

I’ve always admired your authenticity and optimism; I know we joke about it being a Jewish thing, but I figured that that’s actually it – you grew up knowing that it was our responsibility to fix the world. I grew up knowing it was going to end in my lifetime. Go figure. Here’s a sonnet about it, for you.

My, troubadour, how soon do you rush in
Where not divines, but Yankees fear to tread.
A fool, you ain’t; a heart completely led
afield beyond our Babylonian din.
Rather, tikkun olam demands that sin,
which broke the world, be fixed and fought instead
of born, resigned, or waited on ’til dead
I’ve always liked how you say we can win
Not in another life, but here and now.
That agency, that confidence brings strife
to one told “wait and scrape and pray
until the End comes; before then – hush, and bow!”
And so, your time abroad and grabs at life
push me to stay up nights to fight for day.

Stay safe, and keep writing; miss you terribly.

As ever,



About spsukaton

Indonesian-American Bruin, fourth-generation Adventist, history student, saxophonist, singer, writer/editor. Born in Pittsburgh, raised in smoggy Southern California, looking for a way to live and leaving scribbles in my wake. In the beginning was the Word, and I'm kind of obsessed with it.
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2 Responses to Day 4: Russell

  1. Pingback: Day 4: Russell (via The Stackhouse Letters) | Angeli—>Go

  2. Mom says:

    Who is Sam?

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