"for love and pain, love and pain/are companions in this age."
-- Milton Acorn, from I Shout Love
It’s later than you think
montreal — Three years ago, on a day in October, Ann Ungar reported for her first day of work as the newly
books discussed in this review: Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere by jan
Samson’s father was an Israelite named Manoah. Manoah was an intellectual and a man of peace. He believed the
In February, 1996, when the right-wing firebrand Pat Buchanan looked improbably close to winning that summer’s
The new Conservative Party has tasted success and wants majority rule. If Tom Flanagan and his Calgary School have their way, they’ll get it without compromising their principles.
On a quiet Sunday in the early summer of 1999, I was recruited into the tiny but growing army of enigmatic characters
Korean artist Do-Ho Suh brings the statue down from the pedestal
caracas — Despite previous disappointments, I always retain the faint hope that the hotel I have booked will
As Canadians lick their wounds over our national election result – a minority that carries with it the likelihood of
berlin—Derk Ehlert has that whimsical quality of movement whereby his torso seems to chase after his neck,
In post-Communist Albania, teen reporters are redefining broadcast journalism
North America is lucky. As two polities tied to Britain, one war-like and fit to be tied, the other much less so, the
In the summer of 1970, Shelly Grimson, a twenty-two-year-old university student with long hair, an army jacket, and a
On Abraham Lincoln, The O.C., and the demise of the typographical mind
Like all major events, there are both complex and over- simplified versions of the Rwanda genocide. While there were
