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...Mourning After, which opened at Harvard last weekend is an original adaptation by Ryan McGee '98 of two literary pieces, "Shattered Skulls," a chapter from NYU professor Peggy Phelan's book Mourning Sex and Tony Kushner's poem "The Second Month of Mourning." Taking place in only two scenes, the play focuses on complex mourning processes by allowing the audience to witness the private monologues of the characters which are directed towards those persons whom they mourn...
...drunk and hook up with guests, because of the preponderance of cousins. In some ways, though, your mom's wedding is better. When a friend asks you to recite something at the service, you can't say no. But when your mom asks the family to read a poem, you can get out of it by persuading your little sister to say she's afraid of public speaking. At first I wasn't sure exactly why reading at the ceremony seemed so dreadful. Then she showed me the poem. It turned out my fear had to do with the fact...
...mother either sensed my discomfort or was just really mad about the poem thing, because she sat me at a table as far away from her as possible. This helped keep me from hearing the speeches, the theme of most of which seemed to be how she was never happier in her life. It was during these speeches I discovered that if I took big enough bites of bruschetta, I couldn't hear a thing...
Hollander's emphasis on social practice, however, does not mean that her approach is sociological. She is interested in aesthetics, not economics, envisioning fashion as an extraordinarily democratic art, and every clothed body as a poem. She speaks of fashion as literature, "a sequence of costumes illustrating a narrative of inward events" and everyone who gets dressed in the morning as an author, which is not to say that all are equally skilled; while geishas may be "advanced poets of dress," most of us are hacks or worse...
Most critics run on gas and sass. Jarrell, the poet, novelist, children's book author--what didn't he do, and do beautifully?--was a tireless lover of language. He fell in love (and in hate) with the poem or book under review, bringing it alive even as he anatomized it. These essays, selected by Brad Leithauser, open the reader to the Morgan Library of Jarrell's mind, ablaze with a sensible passion and aphoristic wit. "The people who live in a Golden Age," he wrote, "usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks." When Jarrell died in 1965, criticism...