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Krapp’s Last Tape at the Duchess: a trinket-free zone [Katy Evans-Bush]
"A voice comes to one in the dark. Imagine." I just got back in from an amazing thing. Through a fluke, I was lucky enough to get two very cheap last-minute tickets to see…
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The Ring-Ring Cycle: Art, Telepathy, Telephone, and Poetry
Rebecca Campbell and Nicole Walker had the smart idea of posting — on Huffington Post — a work of visual art one day, a poet's response on day two, a painter's response to the…
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Julie Sheehan, Constituent Bartender
Yes, it’s Oktoberfest, which means beer selections in a faux Gothic type so ornate you can’t read it, as if Germany had a corner on the Middle Ages. Okay, printing press and all that,…
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Autumn in New York (Binghamton, NY, that is).
Sun Sun, I'm happy to see you. I'm a small child who has had pain and fear.Now it's over for awhile and I'm gratefulfor your company. Come up. Cover my day with your glory,and I…
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Poetry class: Our Lady of Pain (and a cat) [Katy Evans-Bush]
Many apologies; I feel like the guest who comes to dinner and then falls asleep in the chair! Someone commented the other day on my posting a post that positioned poetry firmly in the…
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Autumn Evening by David Lehman
(after Holderlin) The yellow pears hang in the lake. Life sinks, grace reigns, sins ripen, andin the north dies an almond tree. >>> Read the complete poem (and note the Academy's superb "Text Flow"…
