With your cameras you can filmthe recent tragic massacreas grotesque slow-motion ballet,the would-be victims’ faces at last sincere with awe and terror,a post-modern late-decadentRococo. You can man a stationon our moon that has no air, weak gravity, days and nights each 13 days and half a day, the silver mercury dropping five hundred degrees Fahrenheit but glance at Earth and you recallyou’re safe. You can do all kinds … Continue reading Fugitives by Nels Hanson
December 16, 1974. Woody Allen is fast rising in the film industry on his own terms, then most freshly with 1973’s Sleeper, which would establish 1) his inimitable screenplay concepts and 2) an enduring artistic partnership (after a romantic one from 1970 to 1971) with Diane Keaton for the rest of the 70s that would lead to the immortal Annie Hall. Having already gotten his … Continue reading The Chauvinism of Woody Allen’s “The Whore of Mensa”
I was born on a starship namedThe Zest for Life. We touched downin a dark wood near a sparkling fallssurrounded by quicksand alivewith jousting hermit crabs.I empathize. The book of policiesis online, and you will winwhen you finally search for the correct term. Everyone speaks in lines you have heard in a court drama. No one will agree about what they mean or how to interpret any action. You will not … Continue reading I Am Not Your Therapist by Caroline Maun
1 The queries of our age demand to know much more than we will ever know or admiteven to ourselves. Our beleaguered figures on display, curios of these corridors, inspire probing. Invasion comes without explanation. Off the charts. Our images chronicle calcified fractures of the past, record the minimalist chatter of present now drained of remembrance and aspiration. Pressed between rock and hard place, airless and indisposed like miners trapped in a cave, we … Continue reading Between Rock and Hard Place by Victor Marrero
Because he soughtat all coststo be free he ended upwith nothing because she soughtsecurity she endedup alone because we bought into the lie that you can movethroughlife and neverhurtanother soul we found ourselveson islandscursing the birds above usthat crossacross the sky Continue reading Islands by Rufo Quintavalle
For those who seem to have forgotten that anti-American sentiment didn’t merely arise when Donald Trump assumed the presidency, let us turn back time to the thick of the nationality’s sudden involvement in World War II, once the Japanese tapped the sleeping giant that was the U.S. on the shoulder with a friendly little bomb on Pearl Harbor. It was then, already two years into … Continue reading The Italian Prostitute Can’t Be Bought (By An American): The Girl on the Via Flaminia
