A visit to the East Harlem shared studio of Michael Klein and Joshua LaRock revealed the current work on the artists’ easels and some of the thoughts and plans on their minds.
On a recent summer morning in mid-August, I travelled to East Harlem in New...
I have attended enough summer writing workshops, most of them hosted by universities eager to fill their empty dorm rooms off-season, to recognize traits among my fellow students. I recently completed a weeklong poetry course in Taos, sponsored by the...
Bridges, perhaps the most graceful and unobtrusive structures in the built environment, have long been favored by cityscape artists. James Abbott McNeill Whistler uses a venerable span across the Thames in Nocturne: Blue and Gold—Old Battersea Bridge (c...
Years before the real Russian Revolution, there had been a revolution on canvas. It had endured for a decade, even through much of World War I, lasting until 1917, whereupon the Bolsheviks came to power and later murdered Tsar Nicholas and his family. But...
Three more people moved into my one-bedroom apartment today. Two young women and a young man, he insisting on walking around shirtless and barefoot. They are already at home in the kitchen—the young man making coffee on the stove, one of the women...
Poet Sara Teasdale was a star in her day, but although her wisdom remained relevant, the way she expressed it in verse fell out of fashion. It has returned and this time to stay.
Last summer, I bought a children’s anthology of poetry for twenty-five...
A good historical novelist must balance fidelity and freedom, fidelity to our best understanding of the historical record and freedom to speculate on the subjective experience of people long gone. This reissue of Augustus by John Williams (1922-94), a...
The two professors enter the classroom and sit at opposite ends of the long conference table. One of them, William Logan, the distinguished and notoriously provocative poetry critic (and poet), raises his chair to its highest point, not because he is...
The basswood trees from which Santiago Cal carves his sculptures usually have about the same number of rings as he. Upon turning forty years old in 2013, which would translate to forty rings on one of his basswood trees, Cal decided to embark on a series...
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