In my trek to revisit classic literature (and read the books I was supposed to have read and...didn't), I've finally made my way back to Dickens, specifically to one of his greats: A Tale of Two Cities. I remember trying to read this book in high school. I didn't make it past the first page. …
A work of art speaks a truth we can’t speak outright: the truth of the human experience. Love, joy, grief, guilt, beauty—no words can communicate these. We can only represent them in stories and pictures and songs. Art is the way we speak the meaning of our lives. I am of the opinion that one …
Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere. G. K. Chesterton
In my endeavor to read more books that I have been avoiding in the past, I decided to read Lord of the Flies this year. I probably should have read this book at some point during my schooling, but I never did. So even though I vaguely knew the story, I didn't really know it or its meaning. Thus, …
The age demanded that we singAnd cut away our tongue.The age demanded that we flowAnd hammered in the bung.The age demanded that we danceAnd jammed us into iron pants.And in the end the age was handedThe sort of shit that it demanded. The amusing thing about this poem is that I cannot tell exactly which …
Madelyn Rose Craig 