Arts

Like a white eel

I read my first Alice Munro story over the weekend. It was about time I went and saw what all the Nobel fuss was about. There will be more on her work later, but, for now, I had to share a phrase that I hope will come back to me at the right time and […]

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The journey in its claws

  Pictured here are three of Nobel Prize-winning poet Tomas Transtromer’s “Six Winters,” framed by a dying mammoth sculpture at the La Brea Tar Pits in Los Angeles. Below are the poem’s final three winters. Out of the six, number five is my favorite. IV. Ice hangs down the edge of the roof. Icicles: the […]

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