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Anthony Perkins in "Look Homeward, Angel," which played at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre from November 28, 1957 to March 7, 1959, and then moved to the 54th Street Theatre from March 9 to April 4, 1959. It won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1958 for playwright Ketti Frings, based on the novel by Thomas Wolfe.
Photo: Friedman-Abeles via NYPL
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Parade officials and military veterans watch the Pulaski Day Parade, March 7, 1939. A large "E Pluribus Unum" crest hangs behind the group.
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March 7, 2014 Song of The Day: You Got My Number by Andrew Ripp
Good-Better-Best
On the scale of
“good-better-best,”
Never settle for “good.”
Don’t aim for “best,” either,
Because “best” means you’ve hit the ceiling;
You’ve maxed out.
Instead, aim for “better;”
There’s always a new “better” to reach,
And you’ll never stop growing.
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Amazon Mp3 Purchases (Mar. 7, 2013)
Young Guns "Bones"
Check this band and album out. They're both pretty great from what I've heard. Young Guns will be one of the bands at this year's KCMO Rockfest. Which I will be attending. :) Again.
Collaborative "Twitter" Poem (Spring Break)
The piano man getting hit with glittery bricks nods. He mistakes pieces of a wild night scattered on the side of the road for unimaginable devastation across the world. He’s still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter. The rain is causing unrest. He often mistakes TV screens for mirrors. It’s hard to believe human thinking is real. If I could I’d hit him like a metaphor. Lick the back of his neck with my hair Drape my limbs over his every night I’m trying to figure out the truth. My book tells me you don’t need a blanket to stay warm But when I look up beneath virgin feet I blink on the bright side. I smell extinguished cigarettes in air conditioned cleanliness I get angry about things I can’t control. The same cumbersomethings. It’s hard to believe the sun is shining. _______________ Commentary: I enjoyed this exercise. It drew my attention to the poetry in everyday uses of language. The process was similar to putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Each tweet was a piece, but it was up to us to find the right fit. I thought this exercise gave just the right amount of freedom. There was an overall constraint, but we were free to compile the tweets however we wanted.
