Sea Shanties
by Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog “… I soon got used to this singing, for the sailors never touched a rope without it. Sometimes, when no one happened […]
Curiosities from the Theater of the Absurd
Samuel Beckett’s Self-conscious Game by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog A performance should appear effortless and unscripted. The long hours of practice transmuted into a rare vision is […]
Reflections at The British Library
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog A friend told me that the tube line that runs into St. Pancras station narrowly misses the foundation of the British Library. […]
What Makes Something Humorous?
The Incongruous Nature of Humor in Russian Literature: Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard and Gogol’s The Nose by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog Many theories have tried to […]
The Notebooks of Pan’s Labyrinth
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog The successive interweaving of the familiar and the fantastical marks Pan’s Labyrinth as a profound meditation on choice. Del Toro’s ‘dark fairytale’ […]
Sankt Anna
by Carl Kruse A thirty-minute southerly drive from Munich and the land becomes one of lakes and trees, and further south the Alps. So much of what is Munich is […]
The Words Are True, And Love Runs Through Them As Clearly As Water.
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I have been writing poetry for many years now. Lust was the hallmark of my earlier works, though not always of […]
Jellyfish and the Mystery of the Ocean
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog The water is of the brightest hue. She is almost royal blue, so jubilant is her shade. No current nor wind […]
Being Lonely
by Hazel Anna Rogers I have felt very alone of late. These years have been tumultuous — both personally and on a global scale — and there is something unsettling […]
Matthew Hopkins: Witches, 1644
by Fraser Hibbitt “Glorious night to meet the lips, to do penance” spoke the cloaked figure of an elderly woman to three more veiled forms who uttered brief means of […]
Fernando Pessoa: Alchemist of Sensations
by Asia Leonardi “My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear […]