The arts are in a slump. What they need are sassy cheerleaders, bawling beer vendors, fist fights in the cheap seats, and trash-talking press conferences.
The turn of the season is a reflective time and brings a single thought to mind: how to never have to mow a lawn again in your life.
Poe had a lot of applicants hoping to star in his famous poem. The raven never had it in the bag like people think.