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A Translation by Elizabeth Abernethy
JESUS Either someone plays Mahomet or I quit! MOSES But you’re not taking into account the risks that that imports. If you make an actor incarnate Mahomet you’ll have fifteen thousand fatwahs on your back. JESUS When I do theatre, I expose myself to criticism, not fatwahs. And besides, what’s a fatwah? AUTHOR In this…
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Ted Hughes is Dead
I. Ted Hughes has died and gone to Hell. Most of the time he died as a human, Almost every time with his eyes open. The first time he died, he was a woman crawling on hands and knees, through the churning belly of a factory: with spindles, the spools, the creaking levers with copper…
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A Poem
I. The Commemoration of St. Malachy falls on November 3, so as not to conflict with the feast of All Souls. A prophet, Malachy extirpated barbarism from the Church. II. St. Malachy was named Abbot of Bangor in 1123. “That’s Ban-gor, not Banger, like banging someone,” my mother said as we drank Guinness in Groomsport.…
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Arts on the Edge
I can only feel “settled” into a new semester once I have designed my walking routes in between classes and extracurricular activities. Knowing which paths I will take, which arches I will cross under, and which familiar faces I will pass all remedy the inevitable, stressful shuffle of a new time of the year. I…
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An Interpretation of Love by Marc Chagall
He presses his wrist into my breast and wraps his hand around my neck palm and fingers enfolding my ivory veil. His eyes devour the lights from three wax candles, one burning with a viridian flame. Unaware of the wind licking his hair, cast by the open and close of angels’ wings, with white skirts…
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Sunken Town
The blaze that engulfed my hometown began before I was born. It began with the first dry leaf from the first almond tree they planted on the side of the town hall road. My mom planted it as a child, around carnival time, the year when her dad the Mayor decided that the town would…
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