January 2012
Fuck Yeah, Poetry!: aprettywar: TravelerYour first... →
aprettywar:
Traveler
Your first time out of the country of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map.
You always hated that I’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets
I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. If you were a city, you said,
I’d only like to know your…
The Specter Collective: On Seeing "Red": Or, Why... →
spectercollective:
By Ashley Bethard
There is, and will always be, the question of art.
Or to be more apt, the questions of art.
I watched a production of “Red” at Dayton’s Human Race Theatre this weekend. To be vague and surface-level, it’s about Russian-American artist Mark Rothko and his assistant…
