Eternally bereft of Anything like the Feeling I had when We were walking Hand in hand on The beach, nothing But the sound of The ocean and the Sense we were Entering a new time.
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They’re reforming the SATs again, which means the columnists are duking it out about the efficacy of standardized testing, the merits of the venerable scoring sytem in which 800 aces the test, and the question of whether multiple choice questions, in which you are rewarded for guessing even if you don’t know for sure, are…
I love this Sappho poem of pure jealousy. I love the “kindled the flesh along my arms/ and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush.” I’m just realizing that many of my favorite poems celebrate the worst parts of our beings: jealousy, lust, rage. I am thinking about this because I have been reading this book, Love…
“6.58: Manifesto” by Andrea Peña, identity mode #1. Photo © Lian Benoit Carreau du Temple, the renovated former rag market set in the Marais just behind République, celebrates its 10th year next week. It has been successfully using events such as Festival Every Body, sophisticated art, culture and fitness programs to build an accessible, quality…
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SHOSTAKOVICH, Dmitri (1906-1975) Tahiti Trot (1928) Staatsoper Berlin Daniel Barenboim, cond. (4:08) Vincent Youmans composed Tea for Two for his musical No, No, Nanette in 1927. Shostakovich and his friend, the conductor Nicolai Malko, recalled hearing the tune in ’27 at the Meyerhold Theatre in Moscow in a play called Roar, China. In one…
He died of natural causes, they tell me in the newspaper, and is that supposed to make me feel better? What is natural about falling down to the earth that spat you out, fading into nothing? The post Natural Causes | Joshua Ford appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
(art by Hilary Cooper, 2020; clip from Casablanca) La Marseillaise Allons, enfants de la patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé. Contre nous, de la tyrannie, L’étendard sanglant est levé; L’étendard sanglant est levé. Entendez-vous, dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats? Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes. Aux…
