2013 — The Monarch Review — Page 11
Five Questions for Kris Orlowski
Monday, August 26, 2013 10:21 — 0 Comments
Kris Orlowski is a Seattle musician armed with a warm, crooning baritone. He’s made the rounds at summer festivals and gigs about the city, and, as he prepares for Bumbershoot, Kris managed to take the time to chat with The Monarch’s Andrew Harris about his writing style, his favorite northwest bands and much more!Â
To Catch a Ghost: An Evening with Iska Dhaaf – Andrew Harris
Thursday, August 22, 2013 17:04 — 1 Comment
Nate and Ben call it catching the ghost.
Song Of Myself (Alphabetizations) – Ed Skoog
Thursday, August 22, 2013 9:07 — 1 Comment
 PUNCTUATIONÂ
The Tangible, Intangible – Susan Rich
Wednesday, August 21, 2013 10:52 — 1 Comment
after a photograph by Hannah Maynard
Photography From Iran – Colette-Yasi Naraghi
Wednesday, August 21, 2013 10:46 — 0 Comments
Hanging on the western and southern walls of Zeitgeist Café off Jackson Street are 11 black and white framed photographs by Seattle artist Colette-Yasi Naraghi. I ventured in to see the work, accompanied by my lovely mother (visiting from the Boston-area), on a sunny Monday morning after a biscuit breakfast.Â
Two Poems – Kelli Russell Agodon
Monday, August 19, 2013 22:13 — 0 Comments
Pretty Little Collection of WeaknessesÂ
Pacific Aggression with Shaun Scott
Monday, August 19, 2013 21:58 — 0 Comments
Shaun Scott is a Seattle-based director and writer. I got a chance to see him work, arranging the lighting, the sound, the camera angles, for his new film Pacific Aggression at Grand Illusions Cinema in July. Scott is an avid sports fan and walks about town as one of the most dapper fellows in the city. He is tall, articulate and open to conversations about art, music and libations. His new film focuses on two people separated by a continent though who find themselves meandering closer to each other by the day. The Monarch Review had a chance to chat […]
The City Impounded The Red Ford Pinto – James Brantingham
Monday, August 19, 2013 15:14 — 1 Comment
Bud’s 1980 paint-peeling Ford Pinto–named Diablo after The Cisco Kid’s horse—gently slowed to a stop on the south side of the Ship Canal. Bud pushed Diablo off the street onto a grassy patch. The Pinto held everything that Bud owned—hundreds of empty plastic bags, stacks of newspapers and his collection of unwashed socks. Bud was out of places to go. Right there on a grassy shoulder was the place called “The End of the Road†and with it a state of mind John Barth called, “cosmopsis”.
The Monarch Drinks With John Roderick
Monday, August 19, 2013 3:11 — 0 Comments
John Roderick stood center stage at the Alberta-Rose Theater in Portland, OR, telling jokes, stories and, later, playing his acoustic guitar, singing to the hundreds in the audience for NPR’s Live Wire show. A tall man, bearded, with glasses and a booming voice, John entertained. I was in the audience, having been given tickets by mutual friend and host of the show, Luke Burbank. I stared on attentively, listening to John’s stories and quips as he went back and forth with Luke.
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
