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Life Under the Cloud of Unmet Expectation
A Meditation on Fame and Artistic Longevity, Steve Almond
A lot of what I do as a writer boils down to making obnoxious
assumptions, so let me start with one: if you’re reading this, you’re an
aspiring writer, or an aspiring musician, or both. The first thing I’d like…
Last Year At Marienbad (Alan Resnais, 1961)
A. Van Jordan
A place, though visible, is like a ghost \
of memories. Even memories one forgets \
linger in the space in which they occurred. \
Here within the expanse of vaulted ceilings, \ ...
M, (Fritz Lang, 1931)
A. Van Jordan
Although it’s quite dark now, the city \
invites me to look for you. The people \
disappear, for the most part, into homes \ ...
I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing (Patricia Rozema, 1987)
A. Van Jordan
Often, I find myself in situations
for which there are no adequate epigraphs. \
My days fill with temp work, \
part-time, and I’m in another office, \ ...
American Gigolo (Paul Schrader, 1980)
A. Van Jordan
The shirts folded; the ties rolled; /
the suits hung in descending, mono- /
chromatic earth tones; shoes /
horned and shined; and the selection of the right / ...
The Mack (Michael Campus, 1973)
A. Van Jordan
Whether a little boy who grows /
into a pimp, or a young girl who / ...
Old Boy (Park Chan-Wook, 2003)
A. Van Jordan
If one rainy night you find yourself /
leaving a phone booth and you meet a man /
with a lavender umbrella, resist /
your curiosity to follow him, to seek / ...
Canyon
William John Bert
Just as Leah opens her mouth to tell him she’s pregnant, Russell says,
“There’s something blue down there.” The canyon rises to Leah’s left
and falls on her right. Without her glasses, it offers only immediate,
myopic pleasures—scrappy scrub brush,…
