I hate “the arts.”
Don’t get me wrong: I love art. In whatever form. I could not live without music, dance, theater, architecture, literature, cinema, painting or sculpture. 641 more words
James Agee, photo by Walker Evans
I thought of this poem recently. First when I was thinking about summer-specific phenomena last weekend: the white noise of cicadas and then again last night seeing–and catching–the first fireflies of the summer. 1,853 more words
Sorry I have nothing to write about. Life is extremely loud and incredibly private, etc etc.
However, I have been thinking about Artists, Experts, Poverty, War Photographers, Sentimentality, Detachment, Acceptance, Fame, Privilege, Power, and Money. 616 more words
A Death in the Family (1957) explores the bliss of marital life and the tragedy of death through the points of view of the surviving wife and the little children. 750 more words
This past year has seen its fair share of celebrity deaths. People like Peter O’Toole, Paul Walker, James Gandolfini, Joan Fontaine, and Julie Harris all lost their lives in 2013 due to various illnesses or tragic events. 1,409 more words