Monthly Archives: May 2012

SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: PARTYKNIFE

Posted on May 26, 2012 by Sivan Butler-Rotholz

From PARTYKNIFE By Dan Magers Dr. Rob asks me to visit his open house to pretend I want to sublet his apartment. One room is a closet where the Dr. sleeps. The other room he sublets to rich foreign kids … Continue reading →

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: NICOLE STELLON O’DONNELL

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Sivan Butler-Rotholz

MOTHER-IN-LAW By Nicole Stellon O’Donnell Maybe it was my skirt, like yours, or my hair, curls tangled with youth. Maybe it was the way we both raised our hands to our lips in surprise, or the girl in me you … Continue reading →

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: D. H. LAWRENCE

Posted on May 12, 2012 by Sivan Butler-Rotholz

By D. H. Lawrence: SELF PITY I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. Today’s poem is in the public domain, belongs … Continue reading →

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The Aestheticization of Brazilian Misery

Posted on May 8, 2012 by aiotb

The Aestheticization of Brazilian Misery by Diego Costa The film is “Vidas Secas”, or “Barren Lives.” The director is Nelson Pereira dos Santos and it’s 1963. The black-and-white film stock seems to crackle along with the drought-stricken land on which the … Continue reading →

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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: EYES, STONES

Posted on May 5, 2012 by Sivan Butler-Rotholz

                                   Cover illustration of Eyes, Stones: Threshold, by Kate Quarfordt FROM EYES, STONES By Elana Bell LETTER TO JERUSALEM To hold the bird and not to crush her, that is the secret. Sand turned too quickly to cement and who … Continue reading →

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Plastic Islands & District 11 Bread.

Posted on May 2, 2012 by Billee Sharp

Plastic Islands & District 11 Bread. By Billee Sharp I had an awful dream the other week: it started off nicely, sailing a little mirror dingy with my kids on Lyme Bay in Dorset. After a few tranquil moments viewing … Continue reading →

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