Nijinska created choreography for the highly acclaimed Diaghilev’s production of ‘Le Train Bleu’ (1924, aka… The Blue Train), a ballet about the exodus of Paris society to Riviera in the South of France each summer on the train called ‘Le Train Bleu’. In that production Nijinska created a special ambiance through the language of dance,…
Cahun’s work explores the interior and plays with the metamorphosis of self. Her androgynous polymorphy, her adoption of various theatrical disguises (vampire, gymnast, swami, masked gypsy, braided girl, mannequin, angel) and of the trappings of either gender, sometimes of both within one image, melts the boundaries drawn by the construct of two polar oppositional genders.…
Read more Don’t Just Reinscribe! Dissolve, blur, disguise, grrr, meld & dye, dye, dye…
THE REVIEWS BEST SECOND BOOK (One time the singer Seal said something about how you have your whole life to write your first album, so people shouldn’t expect greatness out of a second attempt. These five say “go back in the water, Seal.”) Goat Funeral, Christopher Bakken Inflorescence, Sarah Hannah I’m the Man Who Loves…
I have just finished sending out my chapbook copies for the DUSIE Chapbook Kollectiv. The title is this post’s title. I have a few copies left over, so if you’re interested in receiving one – freely and imminently – I’ll post it to you before the holidays. My DUSIE chapbook from last year…
I like Gerald L. Bruns already. First, he’s got the dog, who looks quite comfortable, which means his empathy bone is strong. His author photo isn’t some pompous monstrosity; he looks like a human who reads and might garden too. I bet he even has a bathroom in that house. Next, he’s currently at work…
Except when I don’t. During a discussion about Jackson MacLow on the Poetics listserv the other day, Nick Piombino posted the following, “I had the feeling he [MacLow] was talking about going to museums and art galleries or even movies and overhearing conversations where reactions often seem to neglect time for fully absorbing and encompassing…
It makes me post poems-not-my-own. I’m exhausted from teaching literature-on-repeat, among other things equally tiring. I’ll keep the remaining details off the radar for the moment (mostly so I don’t bore you). Here’s a Robert Frank photo to tide you over (something of a lament just in time for the spring weather to leave us)…
AMY KING 