Category: Arts
Poem: Dawn
The beetle still stares from the riding moon, the ship of death stands motionless on frozen waves: I hear the silence of early morning rise from the rocks.
A Brief History of the Passenger Pigeon
And the last of the species, Martha, named for Martha Washington, dies in a cage in 1914 at the Cincinnati Zoo.
The Specter and the Shadows
My oldest friends are from the Bronx. A half-dozen of them, and all without any parents remaining. Me, still with a mother who…
Poetry by History’s Greatest Poets or AI? People Can’t Tell the Difference—and Even Prefer the Latter. What Gives?
by Andrew Dean at Singularity Hub: Here are some lines Sylvia Plath never wrote: The…
Marlon Brando, Elia Kazan, and the Tumultuous Making of On the Waterfront
How the classic film, made in the wake of the McCarthy-era Red-hunting trials, pitted director Elia Kazan against star Marlon Brando.
Ayad Akhtar Wants Writers to Reckon with AI
McNeal, the new play by Ayad Akhtar, who won the Pulitzer Prize for Disgraced, focuses on an egocentric, self-destructive…
Saturday Poem: I’m Not Old
I am the standing ovation At the end of the play. I am the retrospective Of my life as art. I am the hours Connected like dots.
AI Poetry Rated Better Than Poems Written By Humans
Findings suggest non-expert poetry readers who participated preferred AI works because they find them more straightforward and accessible.
Aik Sab Aik Tarah Se Dr. Faustus Hain [We Are All Dr Faustus in a Way]
Parveen Shakir, besides being the most prominent poetess of Pakistan, was also renowned for her academic merits par-excellence and civil services.
Thursday Poem: Just a Bit of Wisdom
If I had just a bit of wisdom I should walk the Great Path and fear only straying from it. Though the way is broad People love shortcuts.
The Artist | A Poem by Erik Rittenberry 
He’s the awakener, the emancipator, a defector of the human race. He’s an artist.
Poem of the Day: The City, With Elephants
The elephants of reckoning are bunches of scruff, men and women picking up thrown out antennae from the rubbish
bins of the city…