Fringe Arts

  • Alum Writ

    The Drunken Sky

    Unable to properly close the window of the cabin
    I imagine the big bruised sky

  • “Not a Crazy Dream”

    Headquarters Galerie + Boutique Closes Its Doors, Opens Others

    After five years of indie-influenced community, retail and art, Headquarters Galerie + Boutique will be holding their final vernissage this Friday, Jan. 14, before closing their doors and moving on to craftier pastures.

  • One of These Jokes is Not Like the Other

    Liar, Liar Show Keeps Audience Guessing

    Everyone stretches the truth now and then.
    Maybe that funny anecdote we told at dinner was exaggerated a teensy bit, and maybe This American Life contributor David Sedaris didn’t really work as a staff clerk in a mental hospital at age 13 to great comedic effect.

  • Kaputt

    Destroyer

    Kaputt,
    I don’t even know why I like you but you kept me in on New Years. You’re keeping me away and under and turning.

  • New Sound, Old Tricks

    The Besnard Lakes Reinvent Space Rock

    Richard White wields the six-string in The Besnard Lakes, a group that much prefers studio methods of the past to the bedroom recordings so popular today.

  • Lit Writ

    Rapture

    The end started with a phone call at night.
    I was wasting the day for this one because the verdict was in the hands of this girl—the apple of my eye.

  • “Just Watch Me”

    Writers Read Welcomes Celebrated Canadian Playwright Linda Griffiths

    Heralded for the “sheer range of her career” by Maclean’s magazine almost 20 years ago, Canadian playwright Linda Griffiths says finding the time and the energy to attend live theatre nowadays is hard work

  • Top 10 of 2010

    This album is the drunk guy that just wants to have a good time. It’s the realization that you’re just one of millions—but there’s power in that. It’s the trials and tribulations of a mid-level New Jersey punk band.

  • Native Speaker

    Braids

    we spent christmas together though you probably don’t know that. during the afternoon, I read a book while
    listening to you and the book was the collected stories of amy hempel and your cover art was three people calmly
    sitting near in a giant ball of fire while hiding behind a tainted patterned glass.

  • Under an Exploding Sun

    Mexican Art and the Borders of Identity

    In a city where earthquakes crack open concrete streets to reveal cockroaches and Aztec secrets, where Modernist buildings stand beside temples with gold walls,