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Extrapolating on “The Creator” [by Joe Lehman
If Blade Runner and The Terminator depict a dystopian future as imagined in 1982 and 1984, respectively, The Creator (2023) is a perfect projection of the present – a time when the public is passionately debating the very pressing issue of the role that Artificial Intelligence plays in basic living duties, in the stock market, and in filmmaking. For…
My True Love | Aurora Teel
I’ve never felt this way before, You’ve brought out of me A hopeful, joyful being, Someone so different from Who I was before, A new person Unafraid of life and bounding Forward with courage and hope, Floating on air. I feel safe in your arms, You’e the one for me, My one and only, My…
Intuition | Maria Baidoukov
Silence. Only temporary The train never ceases to track – A bird. Incandescent (and fleeting) Among the dull mortar of a man’s building – (The colour of muted jade porcelain) Blocks. Of Stone Clocking solar movements to resemble a hedge – Of trees. Ever still Waiting to shed at the first glimpse of fall –…
The New York School Diaspora (Part Fifty-Eight): Anthony McCann [by Angela Ball]
Deseret for John Ashbery Out here someone else is thinking of you, turning now towards you, to the west and away. Your table has been set—and that’s scary, why not? But the nominations have begun and soon you’ll substitute yourself in doorways, and on stairs when these hillsides burst in flames. It’s like tearing the…
Poetry and Prose | Ananya S. Guha
Within the explosive outer is faith of the modern day latter who came later into the world of an ornate technology, bomb crater, and now is mad as a hatter there are times when these hills are piquant, still born even till crusty dawn, at least the crashes and dashes which work out, in outer…