I have written over 2,000 comments for the New York Times. My comment on the Times’ 2012 State of the Union editorial received the highest number of recommendations by Times readers. My comment on the Muslim Cultural Center in Manhattan was also a top readers’ pick. I write comments on op-eds, history, philosophy, cultural theory, economics, politics, education, media, race, regions, sports. Here’s a peek at my techniques.
I write without knowing what I will say, although I actually hear the opening sentence. It’s a rush of words. Each comment begins with a rhythm and a sentence. That sentence determines what follows. But I never know what it will be or where it will go.
That unknown puts its own power in my writing. It forces me to stay out of the way. That way brings out the best in the words. It opens up creative variety and leads to new insights and discoveries!
I avoid argumentation, I don’t want to vent or reason; I’m a story teller, a history teller. I love the thrill of insight. The daring found in truth, the danger of its rescue. The head (ideas, analysis), heart (human condition), and hands (sharing, preserving work, family) are the source of my stories.
There are ten composition forms, my comments usually are one of four four are my favorites: narrative, comparison, how to’s, and classification; lesser so analogy, cause and effect. These craft forms are my strength. (Yours will be different.)
The real work of comment writing is the sentence! Sentences map the sound; they snare the ideas; they are the paths and voices for stories. I write loose, balanced, and periodic sentences. I like long strings! It’s an easy way to provide wide examples and support. I think Basie and Route 66! The sentence is the kick. It winds through ideas and history’s footprints. I write in many voices (at times a view is so silly all you have to do to deflate it is repeat it in a different voice); sometimes my main voice and the background have an interplay that is confusing! <— (Hear my choir!) <–(see my confusion!)
I read Frank Yerby when I was young and he loved endless, looping descriptive phrases. I use them for over-the-top lists of details and overflowing evidence of my main ideas and to visualize the action. (James Baldwin used them for interior dialogue.)
Here’s a recent complex sentence that is also periodic (the entire comment, on Ed DeMarco blocking mortagage bailouts, was the readers fifth pick):
I’m sure we can explain why we want economic recovery to you, DeMarco, George Bush, Henry Paulsen, and anyone else who bailed out the banks (and didn’t ask how we felt!) and now are self-indignantly concerned about blocking the real engine of the recovery, of job creation, economic growth, careers for youth and the liberty of expanded prosperity–the working families of America–who have been sold a bill of goods by an industry driven by an abysmal lack of principle (illegally robo-signing documents, financing and lending money on applications in violation of every industry standard, approving loans without verifying incomes, seeking out the most gullible, uninformed, and vunerable among us!) and who are left holding the bag–while others reaped the profits in bonuses, huge salaries, fees, commissions, and vanished after sending the economy into an implosion and creating the bubble values that are the source of all the bad paper DeMarco wants to “protect.” Please.
I don’t recommend this! Out of context, it’s even hard for me to read. Print is too difficult to orchestrate like music–but I like layering ideas, as baroque composers layered musical themes; it’s natural to me. (Most of my readers have learned to jump over the parentheses for the main idea and see inside the parentheses for the variations and examples.) Besides, the Times only allows 1,500 spaces, the equivalent of a single double spaced page, the shortest space limit of any of the major news media. Two years ago, the Times was the top and allowed 5,000 spaces.
I do not use opinionated words. (Do you? Why?) No name calling, few adjectives. Instead, I search for “story” words, sturdy words that surprise and bring sun. When I look for words, I take into account their history, their funny sides and moments of outrage, their associations. I share not mine, but their insight, humor, and anger in print. Words network the imagination. This sentence, from a friend’s blog, guides me: “I return to language for the compass of its beauty.”
We overlook the power inside of words. Good writers pray to unlock that power.
Where do I find words with the right charge?
I steal! I can break down your sentence structure quicker than an auto thief teamed with a chop shop. I can absorb your pace and sound. Your clarity and brilliance! That includes your parallels, series, complex clauses, subjects, objects and verbs. sentences have endless designs, and I appropriate their best elements. I have favorite conventions: lists, parenthesis, (the perlo exclamation!). Sentences dress up ideas; great structure makes them shine.
My comment writing combines speed, thoroughness, authority, discovery, seriousness, and humor. My model is perlo: an African-American rice dish loaded with local bounty, filled by tradition with grace and life, and shared by all. Writing, for me, is a community act, a street greeting, a hug and smile.
The best comments tie in experiences and lead to a conclusion. And to a mirror.
I don’t want you to agree; I want you to decide.



The comment streams build a land of promise–the proverbial promised land is not over the next hill top, but in each sentence of every day’s present history and headlines— what call it evokes, what response it gets…it thrills me to see the recommends pile up, fascinates me as to why those comments rush to the top, and what is it about the ones that don’t….who are the people who consistently hit the top, the middle, the bottom; who are the ones who hit an occasional home run but randomly appear and disappear…?
Often times the top Reader Picks have double meanings, and so will appeal simultaneously to an impulse of generosity as well as to one of exclusivity. Generally, I interpret the top recommended comments as of more inclusive and “liberal” impulses, but sometimes a coldly cruel and selfish one will receive disheartening adulations—but the best comments, as you say, do not engage in name calling, nor divide into overly-glib categories of liberal, conservative, Repub, Dem, but focus on the substance and lend insight—for example, some people will call themselves conservative because they want the forests to be clear cut by logging companies, while others argue they are true conservatives because they want the mountains to be sparingly logged in a sustainable way and have logging deferred when endangered species are at stake…The name-calling can bring blood to a boil but the substance is what will build tangible hope or horrific destruction.
We cannot all meet every day on the National Mall as we are—nor would we want to, without strong justice to unite us, as the Civil Rights and Anti-Vietnam movements did for some—the sea of listeners, the sea of dreams, feeling the profundity of Jimi Hendrix’s ever-meandering acoustic stripe in search of its star as a personal flash of enlightenment simultaneous with sheer unity and merger with All The People & Beings, the Larger, Momentarily Knowing the Unknown before returning to the usual state of unknowing and confusion….
Those transformative gatherings on the Mall, in churches, fields, fountains, streets, Glen Echo’s Spanish Ballroom full of 600 contra-dancers, are poignant markers that prove the rigor of inclusiveness–a nation can run on such aspiration made into real opportunity when community is made manifest, even temporarily, at such ebullient gatherings…
So until those days come again, we meet in the comment streams, for the same reason people have gathered on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial to listen in rapt silence to the rhapsodic notes of Marian Anderson or Martin Luther King. We listen to be called, to conquer our divisions, to unite around truths that live as well today as they did yesterday, whose narrative will dwell in many future inimitable, delightful voices, offering their polyrhythms and insights as Griot Rhett does: a way-finder and way-maker using the markers left by his ancestors to lay the path to the future with its unique cacophony of truth and blame, denial and insight, labyrinthine myopias punctuated by exultant revelations…
One last nagging note of seeming injustice, not sure how to phrase it–but the comment streams seem truly Free—free of petty editorial concerns that yoke professional writers–professional writers, in order to keep their jobs, always have to be polished and highly scrubbed. Some of the comment writers approach a similar impeccableness, yet maintain a latitude that make the comment streams by nature ever seem far more interesting than the article.
There is always the hope of provocation and candor in the comment streams–impulses that would have obviously been censored by the editors of the Times writers. Just like you’d NEVER expect the teachers to pick a fight in the hall, but students will universally gather around yelling “Fight! Fight! Fight” when one breaks out among their peers in the hall…
The joy of the blogs; the joy of a Sardonicky post that can twist a string of expletives into beauty and art when they are hurled succinctly into the sweet spot on top of sanctimony, where they belong; the joy of Southern Perlo savoring the spice of dialect, tone, and politics; just can’t squeeze into the cramped confines of comment space now allowed by the Times…
But all this unbridled writing, why is it only “for free”? –morally soaring above the contemptible campaign-media-bribery machine, let lamentable that it should be so far outside the ring as to be unpaid entirely. Unless money always, in every case, corrupts, and writing can only be free when it never expects monetary compensation–we tend to assume that most of the enduring works in history were written this way, for their hopes of timelessness as their own reward—yet still, many great writers have lived entirely off the monetary gains of their inspiration…there is an ongoing injustice for me that the frequent (and trusted) commenters add so much value to the Times, yet are unpaid…heck, they at least should give you free subscriptions…
I’m one of those that usually recommend your comments in the Times. One day, maybe, I hope to write as well as I read.
Thanks for sharing!
Thanks! Posting refines your form, leads to your path. I like your blog!
“Words network the imagination.” Walter, this is a beautiful sentence.