An Act That Enabled Acceptance – The New York Times

“Certainly, the longevity of our union also owes a great debt to honest communication and creative problem solving. The wedding photo is a good example. We put it up only after we grew tired of deliverymen and repairmen and housecleaners asking if she was my sister, or my nurse. Some have even called her a…

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Summer Online Course: The Hunger Games and Dystopian Literature

ENGL 295, an online summer course perfect for non English majors, will be devoted to The Hunger Games and various other novels/films/comics of that genre, including V for Vendetta, 1984, and Watchmen. Please email me if you need more information; please contact your adviser if you want to sign up for the course. The course…

Transcript of Bob Dylan’s MusiCares Person of Year speech

“I learned lyrics and how to write them from listening to folk songs. And I played them, and I met other people that played them back when nobody was doing it. Sang nothing but these folk songs, and they gave me the code for everything that’s fair game, that everything belongs to everyone.” via Grammys…

Why Do All Records Sound the Same? — Cuepoint — Medium

“Why does most music sound the same these days? Because record companies are scared, they don’t want to take risks, and they’re doing the best they can to generate mainstream radio hits. That is their job, after all. And as the skies continue to darken over the poor benighted business of selling music, labels are…

Bob Dylan Exclusive Shadows in the Night Interview – AARP

This was before folk music had ever entered my life. I was still an aspiring rock ’n’ roller. The descendant, if you will, of the first generation of guys who played rock ’n’ roll — who were thrown down. Buddy Holly, Little Richard, Chuck Berry, Carl Perkins, Gene Vincent, Jerry Lee Lewis. They played this…

INTRODUCTION TO POETRY BY BILLY COLLINS

I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the walls for a light switch. I…