Once Upon An Alternate World

by Christy Dena

 

This piece contains major spoilers for the film Once Upon a Time…In Hollywood (2019).

 

It was 3 January 2020, when I sat in the Astor Theatre to watch Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time…In Hollywood. It was actually near the end of the film that I come to you. The film was building up to the Sharon Tate murder that actually did happen on the 8th August, 1969. I felt myself tensing, getting anxious. But … then … it didn’t happen. Continue reading “Once Upon An Alternate World”

After the Art – Issue 18 – December 2022

Welcome to After the Art’s eighteenth issue.

We hope you enjoy these three essays:

“The Bechers at the Met” by Scott Schomburg

“Counsel to the Wise” by Teresa H. Janssen

“There Are No Words” by Dana Delibovi

We’ve also started a Facebook page, which you can follow for posts about future issues as well as exhibits, articles, books, essays, and sites that might be of interest. Continue reading “After the Art – Issue 18 – December 2022”

After the Art — Issue 17 — September 2022

Welcome to After the Art’s seventeenth issue.

We hope you enjoy these three essays:

“Tigers” by Amy Bowers

“Joy in the Finding” by Stephen J. West

“Both Sides Now” by Emily Pulfer-Terino

We’ve also started a Facebook page, which you can follow for posts about future issues as well as exhibits, articles, books, essays, and sites that might be of interest. Continue reading “After the Art — Issue 17 — September 2022”

Tigers

by Amy Bowers

 

The glowing computer screen commands my focus at 5 a.m. as I teach international middle school students literature. This week we are reading “Aunt Jennifer’s Tigers” (1951) by Adrienne Rich and I am trying to prod my students to say what the tigers in Aunt Jennifer’s needlework might represent. They have no idea. Continue reading “Tigers”

Joy in the Finding

by Stephen J. West

 

“There!” I stepped to the side of the path and stopped. I thrust my hand toward the top of a building a few blocks east of 10th Avenue. There: a water tower: hunkered on the rooftop: the shallow angle of its conical roof: the earthy shake of its shingles: the rusted belts cinched around its driftwood trunk: the rickety steel frame perched discretely above the storefronts that sizzled with traffic along the street below. Continue reading “Joy in the Finding”

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