In response to rising costs of living the citizens of Toronto begin renouncing their personhood en masse to legally become animals, forming a society of “Wildmen” in the city’s vast ravine network.
Harith (Snoop) Augustus had left work at the barbershop down the street when he was shot by a Chicago police officer. Morrison’s documentary captures the final moments of his life, and the actions and reactions of the police and neighbors who were there when it happened.
When his hands could no longer hold a brush,
Matisse turned to paper and scissors, “painting”
with cold metal carving heavy gouache
shearing shallow reliefs.
17 years since my son’s death, and still, each night when my husband drifts off, I watch movies, write, or read. Anything to stay awake.
A new film elegy by Bryan Konefsky that uses the lens of loss and grief to explore intersections between memory and artifact.
A sound artist tries to conserve the sounds of a melting glacier in the Swiss Alps before it might disappear forever.
We lie in the dark
and speak about anything
but what I ache to speak about.
Despite the film’s deficiencies, excesses, and flagrant exploitation by those willing to corrupt Bonhoeffer to their own sinister purposes, there is something to be said for the film’s implied warning about the rising tide of authoritarianism in America.
A man meets a stranger in the park who has unusual powers.
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Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve.
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky
When I decide to go to hear Handel’s Messiah in London
at the composer’s parish church, my husband says
he’d rather see a Thai horror movie, so we plan to meet later
at our favorite Moroccan lair