“And yet, in some indescribable way, she kept recurring like a motive in music
through all his mad adventures . . .” — G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was
Thursday
She hangs solemnly above the emerald
A sculpture made of a hundred miles of rope netting floats above Boston’s Rose
Kennedy Greenway. Artist Janet Echelman, who has created dozens of these
massive, suspended sculptures, was first inspired by
When cars approach at ten over, ten under,
I think: stay with the carrion at this edible
consistency or do my flap-away-and-wait?
The zoom is monotonous, all buzz and swoosh,
a rhythm I
In a recent article
[http://iasc-culture.org/THR/THR_article_2015_Summer_Jacobs.php] for The
Hedgehog Review, Alan Jacobs reflects on a strange experience. Years ago at
Calvin College’s Festival of
“And who // really cares about such special days, they / are not what we live
for.” James Tate [http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/jul/20/james-tate] was
an American poet and winner of