Category: Entertainment
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damned girls
our mothers are given the hospital beds farthest from the other patients they say the nurses can tell, can figure out the damned girls from how the stomach molds around our damned bodies the indent we make around the belly button yes, we are life-sucking before we are life yes, our first words are short…
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Felicia and Her Sisters
Felicia the Cat was ten months old. She had brown and orange fur but she liked to wear clothes like people do. She lived all alone in a brick house. Felicia was sometimes sad because she got lonely and had nobody to play with or sleep with.One night, Felicia wished on a star for two…
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Beyoncé, William Carlos Williams, and Poetic Stamina
The Third Law of Thermodynamics states that Beyoncé’s visual album Lemonade must be viewed as well as heard, or American culture as we know it will cease to exist. If you haven’t seen it, well, you’re breaking the law. But those of us in the clear can listen to the sixth season of the Dissect…
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Naked Vicar
Ruth, Epiphany (Sunday, 6th January) She looked contemptuously at the portrait she had just finished; Mr E. A. Adonis had been dismissive and rude when she had gone to his house to take preliminary photographs for the painting and had then made several attempts to pat her bottom, and the finished portrait clearly showed her…
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Very much I need to be
Very much I need to be left alone, so I can figure out why no one speaks to me I’ve been learning to work out in my stomach what I cannot work out in my heart, or head I have transferred, I think all of my distress to my gut & my gut feels awful
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The Miracles of San Batista
One could argue that as a native Batistan my opinion of the events I am about to recount must necessarily be tainted by local prejudice and distorted by personal involvement. And, in a way, it would be true. But of one thing you can be sure of. I will tell you what happened as best…
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The Will
“Lisp’d to me the low and delicious word death, And again death, death, death, death . . .” – Walt Whitman, Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking Have heard sermons in the shape of waiting. Have wondered if God meant everything created as if creating always has a purpose. Have seen change in passing /witnessed…
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Self Intervariactif Portrait: Anamnesis Project
Very marked because of the hyper-medicalisation of our daily life that resulted from covid, and which made the individual story resonate with the global story. I looked at my own medical history through this interactive self-portrait. This self-portrait on canvas, between sculpture, installation and performance, is transformable and evolutionary. It can be installed to reveal…
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Totem
On the black bull with curved horns a pudgy little man sits cross-legged Control of passions, my father said. A girl and boy take turns somersaulting over bulls, placing hands on the back flipping between the horns. Playing with danger, my mom said. Another voice calls, Come here, says Selene, the bull-horned moon…
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The New Art of Book Making
I turn on the kettle for the cup of peppermint tea I make before every class. My laptop is on and mostly ready. While I wait for the water to boil I open up the zoom app, click join a meeting, then I type in the meeting ID that I wrote down on a post-it…
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Saucerie Sonnet
“No,” you stopped me. “Don’t wash the pan. Pour off the grease all but a loving spoonful, scrape the grizzly scraps loose, add herbs, a little wine or coconut milk, you’ll have a sauce, the remains will sing like a choir. “Don’t toss everything away, just the ballast, the dead stuff. Select notes will…
