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 […]
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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 […]
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 […]
by Fraser Hibbitt In Albert Camus’ The Plague (1947), the narrator comments that ‘there have been as many plagues as wars in history; yet always plagues and wars take people […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It is snowing outside today, a rare sight on the south coast of the UK. Rarer still would be for the […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog There can be a stifling freedom around a blank page, and that is all a journal is; a collection of blank pages. […]
by Carl Kruse My friend Monica’s mom ended her life following years of chronic pain and Monica penned this poem for her. At first I thought Monica had not titled […]
By Fraser Hibbitt There is something lovable in the cursory brain. I had read Virginia Woolf describing the poet, Coleridge, as ravenously talking for hours on end about anything his […]
I want to improve my writing. I want to be more creative. Experienced writers, I am told, write daily. Creatives conjure ideas every day, ever working the writing and creative […]