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February 23, 2019
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“Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 22, 2019

“I shall forget you presently, my dear” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 15, 2019

“The Flea” by John Donne

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 08, 2019

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain” by Emily Dickinson

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, February 01, 2019

“Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, January 25, 2019

“Fever 103” by Sylvia Plath

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, January 18, 2019

“Lot’s Wife” by Anna Akhmatova

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, January 11, 2019

“Musée des Beaux Arts” by W. H. Auden

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, January 04, 2019

“The Planet on the Table” by Wallace Stevens

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, December 28, 2018

“The King’s Breakfast” by A. A. Milne

Poems read aloud, beautifully

by Amanda Holmes | Friday, December 21, 2018
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The Moviegoers

by Mark Edmundson

Living in New York in the mid-1970s, Mark Edmundson was a cab driver, an occasional writer, and, most important, a moviegoer. It was a good time to be a film buff. Martin Scorsese had released Taxi Driver; Paul Schrader wrote and directed Blue Collar; and Robert Altman made The Long Goodbye and California Split. “I can’t really tell you whether these movies summarized a national mood, but they summarized some moods of mine,” writes Edmundson. “Matinees are therapy for those who can’t afford therapists.” Even when life seemed to be going nowhere, at the movies “there was always a chair, at least unoccupied if not specifically assigned, stained with Coke, crackling with popcorn bits.”