Seamus Heaney

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Cinematic excess

Eight years after its completion, The Cremaster Cycle , Matthew Barney's interminable multi-media opus, continues to befuddle and intrigue audiences.
Matthew Barney's seven-hour Cremaster Cycle descends in the Portland Museum of Art
By ANNIE LARMON  |  November 12, 2010


In his powerful new memoir, The Ticking Is the Bomb (W.W. Norton), Scituate native Nick Flynn recounts a conversation he had with a man in Turkey.
Obsessed with the wrongs of Abu Ghraib, local author Nick Flynn traveled across the globe to meet its victims
By MIKE MILIARD  |  January 15, 2010

Michael Mazur, 1935 - 2009

"He was so alive ," a friend wrote to me a few days after Michael Mazur died, on August 18.
Painter, printmaker, teacher, art historian, curator, political/social/arts activist, Red Sox and Celtics fan
By LLOYD SCHWARTZ  |  August 28, 2009

Cry me a river

It would seem that Sophocles has been hanging around for 2500 years waiting to be improved — and the makeover artists have been numerous.  
The Dreams of Antigone; In the Continuum; Show Boat
By CAROLYN CLAY  |  October 01, 2008

Tales of the times

Here, listed alphabetically by author, are 10 of the best fiction and poetry books the Phoenix wrote about in 2006.
A year in fiction
By JON GARELICK  |  December 20, 2006

Harvard Square

Harvard Square was very different 40 years ago.
Ground zero for so much, for so many
By LLOYD SCHWARTZ  |  November 15, 2006


All poetry is local

The poems achieved are graspable physical objects, not “infinite,” but so wide and so deep, and solid.
Heaney’s District encompasses the world
By WILLIAM CORBETT  |  July 11, 2006

Ralph Hamilton

My lovable, impossible friend of more than 30 years, the artist Ralph Hamilton, died on February 19, of complications from diabetes. He was only 59. It’s a very sad loss. He was one of Boston’s most original and searching painters and had been doing some
By LLOYD SCHWARTZ  |  March 09, 2006

The lastest days of the Littlest Bar

The Littlest Bar sits slightly below ground at 47 Province Street, near the Granary Burying Ground and Old City Hall.
Four hundred square feet of history, camaraderie, and booze marches to its end
By MIKE MILIARD  |  January 29, 2006