the child is paper-thin only the appearance of crisp what really matters is the message below the innocent picture, a message declaring the war is done, the face appearing young and yet somehow conveying inchoate malice.
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The beautiful leaves lingering like a genius With its branches having an earring As the fruits ripe Her appetite whets to eat the fruits of her labour Is like a youth springing to maturity With all her sparkling features Having hairs on the stem is natural As it unveils the beauty of womanhood Not to…
Since the 1970s, Ken Bolton has summoned the spirit of the New York School in his life and poetry: erudite, conversational, playful, modern (as he writes in “Horizon”: “I never wanted to be postcolonial / or colonial just modern which is / the joke on me—but who wants to be a category?”) to fashion one…
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I was 11 or 12 and my quality time with my father was Sunday afternoons at the Pittsburgh Symphony with William Steinberg in the old Syria Mosque: I was already deep into classical music, and I can still remember the intense joy I felt in communing with Dad about the only thing that mattered to…
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SHOSTAKOVICH, Dmitri (1906-1975) Six Poems of Marina Tsvetaeva, Op. 143a (1973) 1. My poems (3:26) 2. Such tenderness (3:53) 3. Hamlet’s dialogue with his conscience (3:23) 4. The Poet and the Tsar (1:40) 5. No, the drum beat (3:28) 6. To Anna Akhmatova (6:09) Ortrun Wenkel, contralto Concertgebouw Orchestra Bernard Haitink, cond. Marina Tsvetaeva…
Paris I’ve never visited only the uncanny wind whispered how a city was embattled with ashes coming out of a theatre. Where music thundered to heart beats where men sieged a house set it on fire immolated a lost civilization, and meanings of life, beauty, love were left smouldering, in ashes of ruin. Where politics…
Théophile Bensusan (l.), creation entrepreneur, dance performer, La Fabrique de la Danse, Paris. Photo © Emmanuelle Stäuble “Orianne Vilmer has energy”. That’s what comes to mind as I am sitting down for the chat. Maybe it’s just that her name reminds me of the excellent Oriana Fallacci, interviewer of almost all the egregious men-of-power…
