Living and breathing in the Second City
Art Category
This is an interesting piece of public theatre. 207 people freezing-in-place simultaneously in Grand-Central station. I’m not sure if there was a “purpose” behind it, but I hope there wasn’t.
Dear Oscar:
So I watched your show this year. It’s probably the first time in four or five years I’ve paid that much attention. TIVO helps. I can zip through introductions and acceptance speeches. I mean, who really wants to sit through awards for Costume Design and Art Direction, though I understand you can’t just get [...]
Those of you that know me know I’m pretty agnostic about Iraq. Nevertheless I found this argument compelling, and find it interesting that sentiments like these are generally not allowed in our political discourse.
“Foes and Fathers”
There breathes philosophies of twisted Valor
Thus proudly aired in uniforms pressed neat.
Where blush-ed pride falls short to paint their pallor
And [...]
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
