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Among the several first steps toward the physical liberation of Palestine is imagining it. In many ways, this imagination starts with art.
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.
Readers want to believe in a “real” person as much as children want to believe in the tooth fairy.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
STEINBECK The craft or art of writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for the wordlessness. In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable. And sometimes if he is very fortunate and if the time is right, a very little of what he is trying to do trickles through—not ever much. And if he is a writer wise enough to know it can't be done, then he is not a writer at all. A good writer always works at the impossible.
The casting directors understood what "miseria" looks like, how the body wears struggle. They know that what we call beauty is often just another marker of class.
Cooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
The first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits in thunder, / Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, / From livid curtain’s hue, a tanagram emerges: a country.”
Mid-July 1955, 889 years after the Battle of Hastings, the townspeople of Auvers, a one-steepled, overgrown tarry town near Paris, woke up to a spanking, hand lettered, red-white-and-blue poster festooned across the front of the cafe A Van Gogh.