Pulling at the threads of a personal, heart-rending movie that I can’t stop thinking about — If I had known what Aftersun was about, I probably wouldn’t have watched it. Now I can say I’m glad I went in blind. Otherwise, I would have missed out on one of the most beautiful and emotionally engaging movies I’ve seen in recent years. The story revolves around a…

Emily had everything I was looking for in a movie about the esteemed author of Wuthering Heights: a brilliant performance by Emma Mackey, the story of a Brontë written and directed by another woman, Frances O’Connor, and a touch of magical realism à la Spencer. I was excited. To this…

Being a reader can be too solitary at times. Unless there’s someone you can run to after you’ve finished a book, someone who has lived in that same world for a while and understands your anguish, you reach the final page in a state of helplessness. …

A short Dada poem.

Now, having lost the instrumental push, I watch you appear as if in a dream craning your billy goat neck to see what wires need to be connected Feeling the way into something different A bobbing apple ticks and waits for Your melodies walked with me up West End Avenue alone at…

I could put my hands over my head like yours, but it wouldn’t be right I can’t steal your coltish thunder and everybody has their own sonic boom anyway, the trouble is no one can hear their own reverberations crack the sky……………………..So …

You can either leave the movie halfway through because you don’t much like it or you can stay put and see what happens that’s how I see it Joan and Mar-eye-uh too Nothing applies but you don the silver dress, toss the coins anyway cast your cards down, build a house of formidable queens felo-de-se kings aces that fly wild…

A half hour before the show started, billowing clouds of smoke began whirling around the stage. It was about 8 PM at the Black Cat in Washington, D.C, and Tamino was about to appear. Already, I felt transported. Doused with the promise of magic, the room quieted in anticipation as…

Everyone has their version of “Hallelujah,” the song it took Leonard Cohen two years to pen, and for me it is John Cale’s. Though I always appreciated Jeff Buckley’s excruciatingly slow, heartfelt version, it never affected me as much as I wanted it to. To be honest, it still doesn’t. …