Sunday, July 04, 2004
King Lear = the price we pay for the careless passion of others, or our own. Lear has always seemed to me the most (most, that is not only) familial--nuclear-familial--of the dramas, now I understand why.
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- Andrea's Exhibition website
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- my reading at the Stain of Poetry reading series, March 2009
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- "A Trail Down From the Hotel"
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- "When the Riders in Cezanne's 'The Pool at the Jas de Bouffan'"
- "You, Joking, With Perspective"
- pubs list
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- a review of "What Remains"
- at "Blackbird"
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- some online journals
- Jacket
- Octopus
- GutCult
- Blue Moon Review
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- some poetry (mostly) blogs
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