“what’s past is prologue”—Bill Shakespeare, The Tempest
/ nov 2010
11.12.2010 | 10:23 AM EDT
I Often Dream of Trains photo courtesy of Anthony Mitri and the Forum Gallery Last night I dreamt…. we are riding along the Lower East Side, an elevated train I think, cause traffic doesn’t seem to slow us down. I am make-upped and perfumed with something that feels and smells like motor oil. We are all talking about the city,…
11.08.2010 | 5:23 PM EDT
Sister I’m A Poet Sister, I’m A Poet Poetry lived with you in close quarters in the years between adolescence and adulthood. During that time, your 20′s, poetry fed a dramatic spirit not yet dampened by the practical and dignified. So then, when we’d all taken jobs, paying our bills on time, newly cautious to the promise and heartbreak…
11.06.2010 | 4:23 PM EDT
Qué? Don Draper Says “What?” Been wanting to dedicate 1000 words to Mad Men, it deserves many many more than that. But for now, what else is there to say?