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...five other guys all huddled around too, slumped in the three-part corners where two walls meet the floor. We’d talked about the fathomless ocean of history in sentences that ranged from two to a hundred words long.Then we must have dispersed. Waking up on a couch with a sweatshirt wrapped around my feet and my undershirt bunched up under my head, I know better than to go poking around the house, knocking on closed doors, asking where everyone is. It must be eleven in the morning, hardly time for any of that on a winter Sunday...
Talk. Share. Cry. Stretch? Psychotherapy has historically been an exercise of the mind, but in the offices of more and more modern-day mental-health providers, emotional healing is taking place not just on the couch but on the yoga...
...Tyson regresses to his familiar routine. “I’m a beast. I’ll eat his children. Praise be to Allah,” he spews, and we’re back to square one. Throughout the film, Tyson appears on his white leather couch with leopard-print pillows, talking breathlessly about his Brooklyn childhood, where a trip to juvenile detention was “like a class reunion.” He tells some funny and heartbreaking stories about protecting pigeons he was caring for from his friends. Despite the laughs, though, Tyson comes...
...inspiration. Poetry books and recordings surround the few tables in the spacious reading room, which overlooks Tercentenary Theatre. The spire of Memorial Church stands tall against the blue sky. If you get bored of writing that paper, you can put on your reading glasses, lean back on a blue couch, and toss open an anthology of Wallace Stevens or the latest issue of the Kenyon Review. You can also go to the computer at the front of the room and contribute to the Woodberry Poetry Room Daily Poem, which was started to celebrate Lamont's 60th anniversary. Anyone who walks...
...Mitchnick—one of the only two studio painting teachers in the VES department—presides over her class on the third floor of the Carpenter Center. Pungent smells of fresh gesso mingle with turpentine while an eclectic mix of music sets the creative mood. With a couch and a makeshift kitchen, it is clear that many student painters view the studio as a sort of second home and Nancy, as she is fondly called, as a sort of stand-in mother. “Students congregate and sometimes practically move in,” writes former studio...