Day: August 19, 2020

Brian Sonia-Wallace’s The Poetry of Strangers: What I Learned Traveling America with a Typewriter

Brian Sonia-Wallace’s mission and vision as a poet is beautiful and compelling. He is a full-time poet, and he is able to make a living writing poetry, which is an impressive feat, but simply paying his bills is neither his mission nor his vision. Sonia-Wallace is a kind of performance poet, someone who will come …

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David Copperfield

A few weeks ago I watched an online press screener of the movie The Personal History of David Copperfield, directed by Armando Iannucci from the 1850 novel by Charles Dickens, and found it tremendously exciting. I pulled out of one of my bookshelves the paperback of the thick novel with the original illustrations by H.K. …

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Melissa Center is…Marrying Jake Gyllenhaal

Artists make Art — especially now. We’re especially proud to share this Crowdfund of the Week, because it is fun, funny, and all about the persistence of theatre and theatre-makers. Actor and playwright Melissa Center tells the story (hilariously) on the project’s Seed&Spark page. Her play got audience raves, was pointed toward the Edinburgh Festival, …

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Looking for the Light—Is That a Glimmer?

Two LA companies show up at a N.Y. festival, an all-female dance troupe celebrates the centennial of U.S. women’s right to vote, a romanticized and reviled tale of California’s missions reconsidered–three that lead new streaming options. Meanwhile, the list of virtual performances, streams of past performances, and excursions into filmed dance keeps growing, plus where …

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Elya Braden: Three Poems

Overrun   My body was a highway interchange.              Father, brother, frat boy,                           preacher’s son. All the “no’s” I couldn’t say like nickels,              dimes and quarters tossed                           into the pockets of my tollbooth. People say I look like my mother, but my father’s nose              dominated my face until a doctor’s                           hammer and file erased daddy’s grip. …

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