High Society is a new Korean drama. It stars UEE as an heiress – the youngest daughter of a family that owns a huge corporation – and Sung Joon as as a businessman from a poor background (his mother is a cook for a rich household). I was initially interested in it partly for the cast – I love UEE and like Sung Joon – but I’m astonished to find this drama completely charming and slightly magical.
New Web Series: ‘Young Like Us’
Young Like Us is a smart and funny new (ish) webseries about three best friends in New York City. Charlie is an aspiring actress/musician. Ava is trying to figure stuff out while balancing her demanding job. Mia has just moved in with her long-term boyfriend. The ebb and flow of their quick, looping dialogue feels incredibly real, as does the friendship between them, and Mia’s gym-rat boyfriend is a hilarious standout (appearing in the 7th episode). I like it.
Poetry:The Days of August Leapt, One Over the Other
I learned these strangers and their families
wandering and returning.
We once outraced a hail storm pulling
the bleaching laundry off the southern terrace.
One day at table our older son surprised
himself in accidental fluency
by asking aqua per favore, might I.
-from “The Days of August Leapt, One Over the Other,” by Judith Baumel, Barrow Street
Poetry: quarantine with abdelhalim hafez
the lyrics do not translate
arabic is all verbs for what stays
still in other languages
تصبح to morning what the
translation to awake cannot
honor cannot contain its rhyme with
تسبح to swim t to make
the night a body of water
i am here now & i cannot morning
i am twenty-three & always
sick small for my age & always
translating i cannot sleep
through the night
no language has given me the
rhyme between ocean &
wound that i know to be true
sometimes when the doctors
draw my useless blood i feel
the word at the tip of my tongue
halim sings أعرق a’raq
I am drowning i am drowning
the single word for all the water
in his throat does not translate
halim sings teach me to kill the
tear in its duct halim sings
i have no experience in love
nor have i a boat & i know he
cannot rest cannot swim
through the night
i am looking for a voice with
a wound in it a man who could
only have died by a form of
drowning let the song take
its time let the ocean close
back up
-Safia Elhillo, winner of the Brunel University African Poetry Prize
artspace Uses artroulette to Raise Funds
There are very few initiatives that have raised awareness for local artists as much as artspace has. Established in 1988, the institution has a long history of bringing first quality visual art in various media to the residents of the greater Richmond, Virginia area. Through the years, they have continued to promote contemporary art, but have found themselves relocating quite often, and being a non-profit organization, it relies on the donations of artists and patrons of the art to continue its operations.
Last year, in an effort to raise funds for their gallery, artspace launched artroulette, a program that would see the work of 100 different local artists raffled off to some of the foundation’s supporters. Roulette was chosen because of its familiarity to nearly everyone, with Intercasino explaining that it isn’t just one of the most iconic casino games of all time, but “Regardless if you have been to a casino before or not, one can easily recognize the game of roulette, given its unmistakable wheel and its table layout.” It’s also popular because it’s easy to play, and artspace played on the fact that it’s known for its simplicity too.
artroulette from Gwenyth Gaba on Vimeo.
100 predetermined artists were randomly divided into 25 teams of 4, who then collaborated on one piece of art to be raffled off to lucky participants. The program resulted in 25 different pieces of art that could never be recreated otherwise, all unique from each other, as each team was free to work on their materials and processes independently. Some of the artists chose to work on their projects within artspace itself, drawing interested crowds to witness the process behind creating their collaborative art, and allowing them to see the art come to life. The event began with the team selections in September 26, 2014, and ended with the finished pieces being placed on view by November 28 – the same day the raffle was drawn.
Projects to randomly give away art have also begun. The similarly-named independent project Art Roulette encourages other would-be artists to share their art with strangers online, assigning a match to you as soon as you sign up for the service. You must then send a piece of artwork to your match within 30 days, to qualify for receiving your own piece of art from someone else. With less than a hundred participants, however, the project is yet to kick off, but there’s no denying that it’s a great way to introduce art to different people.
In A Kitchen Where Mushrooms Were Washed
In a kitchen where mushrooms were washed,
the mushroom scent lingers.
As the sea must keep for a long time the scent of the whale.
As a person who’s once loved completely,
a country once conquered,
does not release that stunned knowledge.
Jane Hirshfield, Writer’s Almanac
How We Got Here Against the Constant Wheat
Hours repeat their work.
They bleach the evil blooms,
dust the field in tinder.
If there is a wind
tithing through the corn again,
they make it spirit,
measuring the seasonal reenactment
of how we got here
against the constant wheat.
Like distant trains,
the stars help us move closer
to what tiny faith
lurks within our breathing.
Migration’s old tambourines
wave beneath the singing.
Sitting on the porch,
I’ll believe anything:
that we are better than we are;
that we might find better ways
to want to be.
“The Field” by Christopher DeWeese, Atlas Review
River
rt Sarah Breese
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
Poem: No System for Grief
You were in the world and. More
slowly now I am
so fasted now so. Long
it’s been without
you, if you ever read this
you were what. I was dreaming of
this welt, to know
it before. It comes like love
I loved your
empty spaces,
Kimberly Grey



