Notes on Parts 1 and 2 of Bondarchuk’s Tolstoy’s War and Peace Sergei Bondarchuk’s War and Peace rests in the TCM portion of HBO Max, like a sleeping leviathan. It’s a dream you haven’t had yet. The perspective is omniscient: you are the horse driving the buggy, the woman at the fancy ball, the soldier…
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This morning, I read a great, instructive Twitter thread by @writingtheother about white authors writing BIPOC characters. FWIW, a few stray thoughts: I’m sympathetic to the argument that artists should be able to write, draw, sing, sculpt any old thing they want to, the only limit being their desire to do so. This doesn’t mean…
It’s May 8, 2020. Italy is opening up — to levels of lock-down that resemble the strictest rules in the US. Here in the US, we did not close all restaurants, factories, and construction sites. All over the world, countries are pausing, freezing, and/or putting the economy in an induced coma. In Denmark, this means…
Out of a desire for mental nesting or isolation-related nostalgia, I bought three books of poetry by my classmates at Iowa in the mid-90s. After all, I had read through the first inklings of their style. I had watched them work out the kinks in their lines. Then I lost touch. With them. With poetry.…
Reminders for the next camping trip: Coffee mug. You deserve a proper mug. Fires are all about kindling. Love is about the little things too. Tend to your love. Let it breathe. jk. jk. The cooler has shifted its category in your mind: it is now a chair. Still, you must secure the cooler/chair before…
