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“The English have a great hunger for desolate places. I fear they hunger for Arabia... No Arab loves the desert. We love water and green...

No Country for Old Men has impressed me and haunted me from the start, when I insisted upon its perfection in a LiveJournal post with my...

New things are happening. But first, some housekeeping. Film Month went too fast These past four weeks, I actually felt like I was back...

March is Women’s History month in a handful of English-speaking countries, and it’s Film Theory month at my house, and one of my books...

Writing about drawing feels like dancing about art, so until I unveil my “Final Project” at the end of the month, I shall serve up bonnes...

This week, I made the executive decision to go ahead and actually read the entire Furniture: World Styles from Classical to Contemporary...

CHAIRS. We love chairs. We think we need chairs. But chairs are a strange parasite on humanity, and yet, they are still adorable. They...

Compared to this day one year ago, today has proven mercifully uneventful. It began a little differently—my parents had stayed the night...

Since I already realized that one's study of Shakespeare never ends, I cannot conclude, but I shall outline all the deep thoughts I had...

Oh boy, what a stark contrast between this batch and what came heretofore. Billy was in a MOOD and that mood was sexual frustration. Not...

This second half of the "faire youth" collection was a whirlwind. There's more drama in this forbidden relationship than all the plays...

Sixty-three sonnets into this home stretch and I am already wheezing. I'm half-way through what is deemed the "faire youth" sequence and...

Scholars have a lot to say about The Sonnets. You poke one with a pin and they burst with a plethora of philosophizing on their form and...

A LOVER'S COMPLAINT All signs point to "A Lover's Complaint is the author's exercise in popular literary form and it was thrown in with...

This week, we jump right into the deep end of Shakespeare's poetry with his lengthy (and sexy) dedications to the Earl of Southhampton....

The first half of this play is a telenovela, and the second half is a straight up rip-off of the Henriad. I did not hate it. In fact, it...

It was not easy for me to resist watching Sir Ken Branagh’s most recent addition to his Shakespeare oeuvre. My year-long project has been...

One act into this one, I was already weary of this half-Shakespeare crap. And I still have Edward III to slog through, although that one...

This play is cursed. And so cursed, that even in the reporting this week, I have hit some snags. So I'm not going to fight it. It's one...

Here we are, at the (near) end of Shakespeare’s direct influence on Elizabethan theatre. And it’s where hell empties itself because “all...