The October 2008 issue of Paste magazine featured a review of Cold War Kids’ new LP, Loyalty to Loyalty, written by Bart Blasengame. Boldly, the review did not mention the Kids’ new LP in its first paragraph. Instead, a state of the art (or a state of the consumers of the art) from Blasengame:
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The rising moon looks like it doesn’t feel very well. – Infinite Jest
On Friday, September 12, 2008, novelist, essayist, professor David Foster Wallace hung himself in his home in Claremont, California. 46 years old, Wallace’s literary achievements included the enormous novel Infinite Jest as well as short story collections Brief Interviews with Hideous Men and Oblivion; and essay collections Consider the Lobster and A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.
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“There’s only one thing you need to ask yourself about prosecuting a war you’re too old for: how would your stomach feel, in the provincial airport, as you waved your sons off to fight it?”
- Martin Amis
The War Against Cliche
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‘The imagination creates false memories,’ Richard Garcia read from his poem, ‘The Moon,’ to begin the evening. Created, imagined memories were the essence of Garcia’s reading on February 21st in the Union ballroom at SUNY Brockport. ‘Sometimes a whole poem of mine is a dream,’ he said. ‘I write when I’m dreaming sometimes.’
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Three layers of black curtains, menacingly vaginal, adorn the Hartwell Dance Theater’s stage, along with four stools, the sort featuring backs and armrests. Having not seen or heard a line from The Vagina Monologues, and almost oppressively aware of my gender (male), I only know I’m expecting to hear the word with frequency. ‘Vagina.’ It will be a tendency throughout the evening to wonder how altered my perceptions are because it is this play, and none other, that I am witnessing. If it were, say, Our Town or Death of Salesman, the black curtains might not seem so vaginal. (And also, at least consciously, menacing.)
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