Category: Arts

A Day at the Met

A walk through history in New York’s most famous museum

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Poems

Dear Julia, our discussion regarding why ants
can lift up such relatively massive bits of plants
was inconclusive. So was our fitful tête à tête.

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This Could Be Anywhere

Poem on creation and destruction of fiction and reality.

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Weezer’s Summery Return

Having traded their 90s-style distortion and macho guitar riffs for piano and sad-boy vulnerability, Weezer is certainly stepping in a new direction.

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The Wind on Ganja Bridge

A Poem.

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A Translation by Elizabeth Abernethy

JESUS Either someone plays Mahomet or I quit! MOSES But you’re not taking into account the risks that that imports. If you make an actor incarnate Mahomet you’ll have fifteen thousand fatwahs on your back. JESUS When I do theatre, … Read More

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Ghazal

It could be anyone, the one waiting somewhere for you to love her. You wait in a dark station, the trains arriving and leaving, knowing nothing of her. Everything is a welling up, an unhurried dance spinning and dipping, like … Read More

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Looking At a Childhood Afternoon, As From a Moving Car

Looking back, I can recount— although perhaps, at times, incompletely, and often, I admit, sensationally—— a brief episode between my four-year-old self and a close childhood friend: a young girl named Mary, similarly diminished in age and stature, a miniature co-star, with whom I shared an afternoon that I will always remember.

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Going Away

I remember the most beautiful party I have ever attended. It was held in a loft up-town. It was night-time, when the streets are brighter than the buildings and the eye is drawn slowly down, and I could see the Columbia University Observatory…

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Amo, Amas, Ahmed

When Ahmed was born those twenty or so years ago, the world was taking a piss. His mother screamed in agony as his overlarge head forced its way out of her vagina. His father, preferring oblivion to the messy, bloody process that is birth, smoked himself retarded outside the whelping chamber.

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Ding dong… hello?

“Go back to work, you miscreant.”

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Bob Dylan

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