Reflections On Classical Music
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Classical music often enjoys a status of being complex, dignified, and asides from the popular excerpts of Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, and Chopin […]
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by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Classical music often enjoys a status of being complex, dignified, and asides from the popular excerpts of Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, and Chopin […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog Growing old is constantly on my mind because I am an actress and because I am an actress there are roles, […]
By Asia Leonardi for the Carl Kruse Blog This is the first in a series of articles intended to draw a brief panorama of the moral theme in contemporary philosophy. […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog I heard a remark on the cycle of history a few months ago and since then I have heard it several times, […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog After a disjointed hour-long conversation, I did not need to tell myself I was lucky, nor that I was grateful. When the […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog The disparity between the terms ‘otherworld’ and ‘underworld’ is certainly difficult to pin down. If we analyse them semantically, we might […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog If it isn’t a joke already, it should be: the English Literature classroom with its overproduction of loose interpretations; rather, loose translations. […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It was VE Day on Thursday the 8th of May. VE stands for Victory in Europe. 80 years it has been […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog I was speaking with someone in sophisticated despair – what a sorry state – he had worked himself into quite a frenzy. […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog Critics of Capitalism have demonized that economic system for many reasons. Some are definitely compelling. Only a few of them take into […]
by Fraser Hibbitt for the Carl Kruse Blog There is no life in them. I have a pile of these dead leaves in my garden, accumulated over the winter, dashed […]
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog It was a Thursday night, and I had been learning a monologue in preparation for an audition tape I was to […]