Like the poems it contains, The Takeaway Bin as a whole is a response to something commonplace; one might even say it’s a book of copings with or responses to…
What Rhoades Ha and the New York Times fail to understand is that the backlash is not about readers misinterpreting these quotes as belonging to the reporter, James C. McKinley Jr. It is about everything else.
Thanks to the most anticipated trade of this year’s NBA season, Carmelo Anthony (“Melo” for short) has left behind the soothing powder blue uniform of the Denver Nuggets and switched…
Actually, everything’s like that, isn’t it? You know: layered, couched in events, touched—soiled, perhaps, or perhaps sanctified—by hands, eyes. Sometimes briefly glimpsed. Sometimes lightly pondered. Occasionally, noted.
Here is the world according to Johnny, the bilious antihero of Mike Leigh’s 1993 film Naked. Johnny is a restless drifter on an odyssey through London’s nocturnal underbelly, his feverish ranting a…