Prayer for a Young Man
A Young Man Goes in Circles
May you find strength in every gentle touch.
May you find your voice in listening to those who have not been heard.
May you find wisdom in forgiveness.
May you find your heart in the boy inside you.
May you find the man in all that you are to become.
Gypsy Fires is compl…
KALIPEN: Darkness in Sinti and Roma Culture
What happens when we see color not as a map of hierarchy, but as the world in time?
At a summer camp on water ecology in high school I had a friend who was taught all the wrong names for colors by her older brother, and purple-for-orange haunted her into adulthood. I know it sounds poetic but it re…
Romani Journeys Through Time: Survival Across Continents
Dear Traveler,
Thank you to so many of you who signed up for Gypsy Fires this last week. As a Rom and an academic, I am writing for more of you than I ever thought I would be, and I take this very seriously. Not only is your time and your thinking-space precious, but writing about my culture, my id…
Taking Back What Was Stolen
It is never too late to dance with your father while listening to the songs of your mother.
Who is allowed to fall? What is the repertoire of the risen? What secrets are hidden in the silent, violent archive? What vampires guard their vaults, and when we meet them, will we know the truth?
What, the…
Male Loneliness
Despite building so many roads, drawing powerful maps and driving much of the transportation, men are lost.
Endless guidance on the importance of “strategy”(Seth Godin), the brilliance to “start with WHY” (Simon Sinek) and the promise of fulfillment if men just “build things that matter” (Simon Squ…
There Is Only One Field Ready for an AI Age
Welcome back to Gypsy Fires. This letter is about dance and why it knows more about AI than Stanford or MIT.
Dear Traveler,
Meet me tonight under the Blue Whale. There we will turn in to rest after we danced around the world—spinning through the seas, swaying over ice with the Arctic muskox, flying…
Welcome to Gypsy Fires
Dear Traveler,
Come rest. The fire has been waiting for you.
I’m Russell Patrick Brown, an American Bashaldo Gypsy—we have many names, don’t worry about it. I grew up on the same roads my family has traveled for generations between the Great Lakes into the Appalachian Mountains and down into Georgi…
A Jig at the End of the World
To be a Bashaldo Gypsy is to remember fallen civilizations. It is to carry language, music, stories, technology and dance that have witnessed the ruin of empires across continents, oceans and ages. It is to carry a repertoire that continues life amidst settled people whose memories can easily be tu…
When Civilization Stops
“We’ve outlived every empire that we’ve ever encountered,” Rubito reminded me.
“You carry too much. Your job is to keep going,” Piroska said.
November 2024
For me, being a Bashaldo Gypsy is to continue a living repertoire amidst those whose memory can be rewritten overnight through volatile state a…
Introducing the Gypsy Dance Theatre
Some dances never die, no matter how many times they’re killed.
When my grandfather’s sister passed away when she was 26 years old, he stopped playing traditional Hungarian Gypsy music. In old family photos from the 1930s with our caravans, my grandpa Leonard and my great aunt Loretta were grinning…
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If I have seen further than others, it is by listening to podcasts and standing upon the shoulders of
giants.
‐ Isaac "Llamacorn" Newton
