Tuesday Poem: The Sum of Life
Nothing to do but work, Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes to keep one from going nude. Nothing to breathe but air…
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When Henry Miller Met George Orwell: A Clash of Titans
George Orwell and Henry Miller, two of the most influential writers of the 20th century, had a single brief encounter in Paris in Dec. 1936. It has intrigued and baffled scholars and fans.. … Continue readingWhen Henry Miller Met George Orwell: A Clash of Titans
Ideology v. Art. Make Art Not War.
From the Wisdom of Crowds: The novelist Phil Klay came on Wisdom of Crowds back in June to talk about morality and war. This month, he’s taken on art and
Monday Poem: Switch Plate
The day moves by me, and I’m stillat the same old desk that was two-wheeledinto my room by the custodian. The lightsrun on some kind of motion detector.If no one
Sunday Poem: Loose Brick
Sophia Hall (age 14): “I hope that when people read my poetry, they find companionship and feel a little less alone.” … Continue readingSunday Poem: Loose Brick
Who Do They Think They Are? When Extraordinary Writers Prove Fallible
The reader-writer relationship is a contract of sorts. But because the terms are not written down, there is much room in that contract for misinterpretation. … Continue readingWho Do They Think They Are? When Extraordinary Writers Prove Fallible
Saturday Poem: The Complex Self
Why is it that I’ve tried so hardto forget?When I’ve spent so longtrying to remember.Then, when I stop,it all catches up with me.You catch up with me.I catch up with
Friday Poem: True Story
I can’t escape the possibilityI was meant to own a Zambonibut got stuck with three can openers instead.Or that I should have kissed your knees last night when you got home from
Thursday Poem: Apocalypse
Within, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless Spirit that moves and is stillEver abides within to hear my call.
Wednesday Poem: Elevation
Above the lakes, above the vales,The mountains and the woods, the clouds, the seas,Beyond the sun, beyond the ether,Beyond the confines of the starry spheres, My soul, you move with
Bangladesh Protests: Street Art (Video)
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Tuesday Poem: What the Fish Say
My godson wanted to go look at fish but I told him, today, beauty is canceled.We cried. I felt bad. I counted the unbeautiful like broken ribs.Shrapnel in the olive