In Anne Washburn’s darkly enigmatic play, “The Burning Cauldron of Fiery Fire,” a countercultural community hides the death of one of its own. But why? It’s a Critic’s Pick! https://t.co/oETOZc7pHt

Portrait of Françoise Sagan - Tamara de Lempicka

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Japanese Chin and Goldfish - Alexander Pope

Weakening Strength

I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.

Don't snow me

it's every fear that you dared to ignore
in a shiny black mercedes and walking up to your door
but if you don't like me anymore then why am i here
i can see millions of voices behind your every sneer

bury me underground
i will not make a sound
you're pushing my teeth in
you're making a scene again
you'll find yourself alone in the end.

it’s every hand that you declined
there's nothing left to do when i am stuck in mine
dropping a heart when it beats out of time
i need my indifference just to survive  

bury me underground
i won't make a sound
you're pushing my teeth in
you're making a scene again
you'll find yourself alone, in the end.

do what it wants and bend till you break
my apathetic face is starting to ache
smiling at the walls proved too much to take
so we took to digging holes instead  

bury me underground
i won't make a sound
you're pushing my teeth in
you're pushing my teeth in
you're making a scene again
you'll find yourself alone, in the end.

An exhibition of paintings and works on paper by Richard Diebenkorn opens tomorrow, November 8, at Gagosian, 980 Madison Avenue, New York: https://t.co/MM0lWZBg68 https://t.co/Hmolhngwkt

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One hundred years after his death, Giacomo Puccini, the composer of “La Bohème,” “Tosca” and “Madama Butterfly,” still brings us to tears in a way few since him can match. https://t.co/7nzmV5aoSB

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V&A East director: museums have been places of great pain

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Portrait of Fernando Pessoa - Jose de Almada-Negreiros