Muse of the Day

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance. Charles Baudelaire

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Strange Wednesdays: Smoke and Ashes

The first month my husband and I lived in our current neighborhood, we watched a house across road from us burn to the ground. The scent of smoke began to pervade the street around 8pm, and at first, could have been mistaken for a campfire or barbeque. Soon the air became hazier and it was... Continue Reading →

Strange Writing: Cascade Poem

dark smoke gathers hoof steps thump the ground stone angels weep   the ground glows red before me sparks fly into the night dark smoke gathers   a long exhale fans my cheek a guttural snort rumbles in my ear hoofsteps thump the ground   long horns spiral into the night black eyes meet my... Continue Reading →

Strange Acoustics: Sonnet 66

To say that this clip is a dramatic reading of Shakespeare's Sonnet 66, in German, set to music, would not do it justice. It's part of a wonderfully over the top production of Robert Wilson's Shakespeare's Sonnets. Set to a score composed by Rufus Wainwright and performed by the Berliner Ensemble, the show is a... Continue Reading →

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