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(Nicole McFeely)

“I’m a con artist in that I’m an actor. I make people believe something is real when they know perfectly well it isn’t,” said John Lithgow, and with five Emmys, two Tonys, two Golden Globes, and two Oscar nominations, I’d believe him. Hear him speak about his new autobiography on Tuesday, October 4th at the Kabuki Theater, presented by The Booksmith, who will also present Jeremy Rifkin on the same evening! Rifkin will discuss his new book “The Third Industrial Revolution,” which explores how Internet technology and renewable energy are merging to create a powerful “Third Industrial Revolution” that will transform the way we work and live in the 21st century. Also this Tuesday, over at City Arts and Lectures, Andy Borowitz will be in conversation w/ Paul Lancour. Borowitz, a comedian and writer whose twitter feed was recently voted #1 by a TIME magazine poll and whose work appears in the New Yorker, is also the man responsible for The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s right. He created the Fresh Prince. Pretty awesome in my book. Read the rest of this entry »

(Nicole McFeely)

Featured Event: Saturday, July 30th - Bay Area Poetry Marathon

Marathon is right. What used to be a weekend-long event in Boston has transformed into a momentous event in the Bay. With brief author introductions and a loooooong reading, this edition of The Bay Area Poetry Marathon features a wonderful lineup of up-and-coming and experimental authors, including Maxine Chernoff, Kevin Killian, and Dean Rader. For more information, read this profile or check out this review of their last show. Read the rest of this entry »

(Evan Karp)

We were told if we set our hearts to something we could achieve it. Some of us believed this and handed our hearts, in high school, to other boys and girls. Some of us hid that heart in such precious chests that we buried the chests, don’t know where they are, too afraid to look and not find them. Some whipped them, our only hearts, in tiny increments; we wanted every document (every show) with our imprint on it to bleed self sacrament.

Those of us who cherished the heart, the idea of it, we believed no matter how far deconstructed the thing heart the word heart stood for something beyond biological, beyond logical to something fundamentally more sound, that there is something like sunshine peaking through the best of language, that the best of language contains the greatest amount of it, construction only couching the glare we feel and are, in reality, something brighter than we can understand or negotiate but can, at will, exude. Read the rest of this entry »