Books and Arts
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The Tedious Accuracy of Jay Pharoah’s Obama Impersonation
There Will Be Dud: Paul Thomas Anderson’s First Mediocre Movie
The Master READ MORE >>
A Small Norwegian Film and the Critic Who Praised It
Late in June, in the depth of summer, the sun sets in Oslo at 10:40 p.m. And then its light lingers, so that the sun can rise again just before 4 a.m. READ MORE >>
Disco and Dinosaurs in L.A.’s Contemporary Art World
‘Lawless’ is ‘Bonnie and Clyde’-Lite
Music of the RNC, Then and Now
A Serial Killer Movie You Can’t Watch in America
Our Playhouse
We played in the shadow Of murderers’ at work, Kneading soldiers out of mud, Stepping on them When we were done playing. Girls walking the streets Gave us bread to eat. An old dog with a limp Kept us warm at night As we huddled in doorways. My friends, my playmates, We never saw the dead, Only the birds scatter After we heard the gunshots And ducked our heads. This poem appeared in the September 13, 2012 issue of the magazine. READ MORE >>
Night Music
Little brook, running past my house, I like the tune you hum to yourself When night comes, And only the two of us are awake. You keep me company So I don't fear The darkness round my bed And the thoughts in my head Flying crookedly like bats Between the old church and the graveyard. This poem appeared in the September 13, 2012 issue of the magazine. READ MORE >>
