Monday Poem: Close Call
I’m still not sure I really saw the car—shiny redon a day that was a long green nap—go airborne. I saw the utility pole it had hit tremble—testingitself against electric
Francis Ford Coppola Fears His $100m Opus Megalopolis May Never Reach Theaters
By Sam Wasson at Air Mail: I haven’t seen Megalopolis, the new, four-decades-in-the-making film by Francis Ford Coppola, but I don’t have to know whether it’s good, bad, or, like
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Sunday Poem: The Wild Animal
They knock over everything, boys and girls,hardly more than instruments waiting to be played;hardly more than rivers waiting to be navigated,waiting to be damned; hardly more than songswaiting for their
The Best of Photojournalism This Week
A flooded town, brawl in parliament, a boat, cold lava cascades, a prisoner at a hearing, replastering of a mud-brick building, and more… A brawl in Taiwan’s parliament after tempers
Saturday Poem: The Double Image Redux
Turn the photo of your mother in its frameso she can’t tsk her tongue against her teeth:the cold eyes will follow you just the same— a trick of perspective like Mona Lisa’s
Friday Poem: Insult to Injury
I find an old air gunand a can of ammodown in the basementin a cardboard moving box,along with some other stuff,flotsam from previous lives.A teenager, a long-expiredme, used it to
Portrait of Artist Mansoora Hasan as a Young Woman
Dr. Azra Raza’s eloquent tribute to her beloved friend Mansoora Hasan, a Pakistani painter par excellence: “A glamorous, high-spirited, loving, vibrant, flamboyant, funny, fun-loving, gifted, talented, elegantly and unusually dressed
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May Be Even Build a Boat
Doug Stowe in The Hedgehog Review: A few years ago, when my daughter was a freshman at Columbia University, one of only a few from Arkansas, I had the audacity
Thursday Poem: Still I Rise
You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may trod me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you
Wednesday Poem: The Lonely Maiden
Beyond the sea, so calm and smooth.The tide so low and the wind so cool.Far very far there is a small booth;Some Jolly called it Paradise of Fools.There’s an ugly
A Toxic Substance Found in Beethoven’s Hair May Solve an Enduring Mystery
For 200 years, Ludwig van Beethoven’s deafness has puzzled experts and fans. But a recent discovery of toxic substances in locks of the composer’s hair may finally solve the mystery.
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An Essay By an Artist: Nero’s Violin
Judson Vereen at Poetic Outlaws: My encounters with critics are minimal, yet explosive. They will rip everything apart if they can. Right off the bat, they want what they want,