Breaking the Canon Of Western Lit
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse blog Shakespeare, Homer, Conrad, Steinbeck, Lee, Twain. We know these names. We have known these names since before we knew the books […]
A Quick Trip to Cahors
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog My mamie is a tiny woman. No one knows why she’s so very small, but some have suggested that her mother […]
One Year After
I had to kill myself to be born again. Cabo da Roca, the western point of Europe. On 20th September 2021, I took off with three bags and fled Italy. […]
Brett Morgen’s “Moonage Daydream”
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is that the world is saturated, without respite nor release. It is that the doors, while open where they once […]
A Good Night
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog Stupidly, He and I had rejected the idea of bringing a tent with us on the basis of weight. Our bags […]
Lisbon Diaries From an Erasmus Girl
by Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog Day one wasn’t the best. It must have been the tiredness of the plane, or perhaps the immediate awareness of being in […]
Amanda Gorman and the Power of Fame
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog EDITORIAL NOTE: The opinions expressed by Hazel are her own, and may not reflect the opinions of Carl Kruse or of […]
The Mandrake: Between Myth and Truth
By Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog Since ancient times, the Mandrake has been surrounded by legend, myth, alchemical rites and black magic. Over the centuries, various qualities have […]
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. […]