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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