Thursday, June 6 2002
Wednesday, June 5 2002
Now those of you who haven’t yet caught their greasy magic should immediately skip down to the local record dealer and pull out their big 10-inch record, Arkansas Heat, a quick and noisy platter about Arkansas, love, and revolution.
There is a sense of profound loss in the comments made by the club patrons, of affection for one temporary space now discarded for another.
It's a beautifully produced advertisement for the product it is marketing -- the company that produced it.
Clare Pollard's poems compulsively re-enact the reaching out to life and the withdrawing in pain.