Another great work by Hannah Kahn
Family History
My name is Eve
My husband is Adam
My address is Eden
And I have two sons
One is Cain
One is Abel
(My whole life
Sounds like a fable)
There was an apple
And there was a snake
What a mistake
For a woman to make.....
We'll have to find
Another town
It might take ages
To live this down.
"The persona behind these poems emerges clearly as the voices behind the poetry as prophetic, humanitarian: the voices behind the poetry are those of Dickinson and Blake. A sly wit prevents the satire and prophesy from becoming pompous. Time.Wait has the potential of reaching a large audience: poetry that is accessible and intelligent."
- Peter Meinke
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Why does joining a cult have to look so pretty, but be so ugly?
I'd say the hats are more BILLY JACK, but that fits into the whole hippy-cult thing too. Hippie Cults are the best.
Thank you for the write up. We greatly appreciate it! Hope we raise the funds and open the doors soon. The lineup of artists for the opening exhibit is already looking great!
Indianapolis (CA-35), not Indiana.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Indianapolis_%28CA-35%29
There were plenty of jumps and screams at the severed-head reveal at the Sunday night screening even though a pre-movie poll by the FLiCX moderator found that nearly everyone in the nearly-full house had seen the flick before. My fave sequence is Quint's monologue about the sinking of the Indiana: "black eyes, like a doll's eyes..."
I just...this recap...why did I not know these were here until now?! 4 times on Judge Judy?! The tuff Nana jacket?! And, the line that had me scream-laughing, Scarlett as a 7 year old Japanese girl inside a white girl's body? Too much awesome. Well done.
Re: “Local Filmmakers' A Measure of the Sin Tonight at Belcourt”
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged all the people
A dollar and a half just to see'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Til it's gone. They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot. - Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi