MAY EVENING
May Evening A sharp yellow light paints the blind And the smell of rain is in the house The first leaves swishing in the wind A brawl of hail and a souse And then the...
Read MoreMay Evening A sharp yellow light paints the blind And the smell of rain is in the house The first leaves swishing in the wind A brawl of hail and a souse And then the...
Read MoreThanks to Miette, the Marianne Hauser website is up and running, with some content. It is an evolving site. I hope to get others to contribute. From now on my posts...
Read MoreVICE VERSA One of the pleasures, many pleasures, of research is stumbling on the unknown. So, I’ve been reading a bit about the 1940s, trying to Understand the...
Read MoreI just found out that Judith Malina died on April 10th. Malina and Julian Beck started The Living Theater in 1947, an iconic institution of the post war, anarchist...
Read MoreHYPERVIGILANTE I’m so scared, bound To eyes like shifting lakes Rippled by the sound Of autumn rakes, By conversations studded with posts, Words that look back and...
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