"I have made London my home. For ten years, I avoided thinking about the China I had left behind. Then in 1988, my mother came to England to visit me. For the first time, she told me the story of her life and that of my grandmother. When she returned to Chengdu, I sat down and let my own memory surge
As the Postmodern era moves on (or ends, no one is really sure), poetry suffers from an identity crisis. The identity narrative is over -- no one believes in a single, monolithic self thanks to the well spring of Poststructural theories. Nobody looks to poets as spiritual guides anymore -- they are a
Though purity in this world is a dubious concept, Evelyn Cisneros strives to challenge our cynicism. As San Francisco Ballet's senior ballerina, Cisneros brought to the stage a rare sparkle that seemed nothing less than purity of intention backed by love.
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A kind of charming darkness oozes between Morrissey and Johnny Marr of the Smiths. The combination of Morrissey's syrupy, melancholy voice and Marr's jangling, meticulously layered guitar breeds an infectious moodiness. Breaking away from the bawdy new-wave synth pop that characterized the early 1980