Category: Arts

I Am Trying To Break Your Heart

1. Lines removed from a play The answer’s in the desk. Oh, yes! This PROBABLY cures cancer. Meta! THE OL’ ONE-TWO! A dog eats a cell phone and it keeps ringing in its stomach. Oh, no! …eats the whole thing. … Read More

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In the Temporality of Chalk

“Through my chalk drawing, I wanted to engage with the concept of fluidity and a flexible present. What if the priority was not permanence, but the process?”

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Divorces & Celebrations

Cam Asutra & Sue Trakama Cam Asutra knew from the moment he saw Sue Trakama walking down the aisle in December of 2009 that their marriage was going to end in divorce. Ms. Trakama was wearing a wedding dress that … Read More

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Two Responses to Princeton Fashion Show Article

Last night my daughter, Lauren Lyon 06, read me excerpts from the recent Nassau Weekly article blasting the Princeton fashion show, Operation Style. Although there were many inaccuracies relative to the actual cost of the event, the school’s financial participation, and the money raised, my overall concern relates to the tone of the article and the writer’s misguided interpretation of pompous capitalists gone wild.

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Witness Theater

Art, trauma, and the Holocaust

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Word of the Day

It has been a week of nouns weakening in applicability, often adjunct and defunct; this acronym owes more, to us, than onus. Mill mountain, noun, is promised to purge even itself, last sold in 1633, last whispered in Winchester, the … Read More

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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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Costumed Tragedy

Reenaction.

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The Flaming Tongue

Belly. Head. God
in heaven.  Let me sleep tonight
for awhile.

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Taqueek’s Big Secret

Taqueek Runyan was an angry black youth in a town full of them. He was raised in a very religious household by “working class” parents, who—like most of the adults in the northern New Jersey area—were unemployed.

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The Way Things Might Have Been

In autumn (or fall, as we sometimes called it) we wore woolen sweaters, checkered corduroy, held hands tightly, snuggled for warmth against brisk north winds; We went apple-picking, fell down laughing on yellowed orange leaves, talked of favorite authors, of … Read More

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One Sentence of the Aeneid

The concept for this article – reviewing a book based on one random sentence – is borrowed from an article printed in the literary magazine The Believer. Virgil’s Aeneid “A chill swept over Aeneas; his limbs went weak; he moaned … Read More

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