Lisa Marie Basile | Lisa Marie Basile
Jun.18.2010
Oh Albert Camus, can you teach me about death and God?
You left me alone reading 'The Stranger,' sitting there in my pathetic way, weary and heavy-headed. Death is nothing short of a crippling fear for me, but you say it so simply and gracefully: Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. It's funny, too, ...
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Feb.05.2010
One morning, we woke up to find that our breathing had become shallow. The light of the sun was diluted through the window, a reluctant orange lost in a grey haze. We discovered in this moment that the silence was so great our world must be dying. The first of the death rattles sounded: the cars...
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Feb.04.2010
I've recently studied Burlesque dance at the (amazing) New York School of Burlesque under Headmistress of the school/performer Jo Weldon (Jo Boobs) and Gal Friday, respectively. I've fallen in love with the aesthetic and have always appreciated the idea of the chase rather than the full disclosure...
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Jan.28.2010
VWA: Poems For Haiti is a project run by Caper Literary Journal, a small independent press. It is a project that focuses literary energy toward the tragedy in Haiti. A sad nightmare that is unfolding right now, and while many people do not have the means to donate their finances, we can donate our...
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Jan.08.2010
For work, I am an editorial assistant at Routledge books in New York. Where there is a certain lack of creativity here, as I work on academic texts, I moonlight as founding editor of Caper Literary Journal, an electronic salon of poetry and prose. I founded this for a few reasons: inspire people...
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Nov.18.2009
As sure as death, writers have those bloodied moments – frenzied passings of time made up of the abandonment of passion and craft for fear and self-consciousness. But there is Good, and some of us have seen the Good. People are willing to connect, to truly read and listen and think about the words...
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Oct.29.2009
During a visit to Mesilla, New Mexico earlier this month, I stood in the old Plaza, a national landmark where Apache Raiders came and went, where the Gadsen Purchase took place and where calaveras dance into the night celebrating Dia De Los Muertos. We were but a blink away from Juarez, and the air...
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