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Sean Wang Zi-Ming
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Artist Profile: Ahmed Spins, Carlita, Lucas Zivkovic, and Guillaume Blanchet on Friendships and Growth in Deep House Bible
It all started at Northeastern University, where Lucas Zivkovic and Guillaume Blanchet met DJs Ahmed Spins and Carlita.
Artist Profile: Rampa from Keinemusik on More Than a Decade in Electronic Music
Rampa, part of Berlin music-creator collective Keinemusik, reflects on his long career in the electronic music scene.
Artist Profile: Peggy Gou on Hard Work and Why She Does It All
South Korean DJ, singer, songwriter, and producer Peggy Gou is unstoppable.
More Than Bedtime Stories: Childhood Books Vignettes
Whether it’s a classic beloved by many or a more obscure work of children’s literature, these vignettes reflect on the power of a book to turn back the clock.
Artist Profile: Yahya Ashour on the Struggle to Represent Loss
Even though the process can be painful and exhausting, Gazan poet and author Yahya Ashour is a staunch believer in the power of poetry.
Artist Profile: Tayseer Abu Odeh on the Need for Poetry in Exile
Tayseer Abu Odeh emphasizes the importance of writing with conscience not just in his own work, but for writers and thinkers everywhere.
Poets that Speak to Us: Vignettes for National Poetry Month
April is National Poetry Month. As the month comes to a close, celebrate the lasting impression of Crimson Arts writers favorite poets.
Nostalgic Video Games: Vignettes by The Crimson’s Arts Board
In many ways, the hours spent on these apps, websites, and consoles were not wasted — they now serve as memories to be cherished.
Arts Vanity: (I Smell a Rat) Why Geronimo Stilton Is A Classic
Another feature of Geronimo Stilton is its characteristically cheesy (haha) mouse puns.
Trying to Remember Louise Glück
I find myself returning to poems like “The Silver Lily” and “Witchgrass” for their drastic reimaginings of time — the eternal way perennial plants experience the cyclicity of seasons, or the striking temporality of the fragile flower. It is in light of this that her death feels strangely unreal, its finality in tension with the timelessness of her words.