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A Bestiary: An Evening of Text and Performance with Bradford Morrow and Alex Skolnick
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
7:30 pm – 8:30 pm
Campus Center, Weis Cinema
Bradford Morrow photo by Christopher McCoy [A Bestiary: An Evening of Text and Performance with Bradford Morrow and Alex Skolnick] Novelist Bradford Morrow ("one of America's major literary voices" —Publishers Weekly) and musician Alex Skolnick ("one of the most remarkable guitarists in hard-rock history" —Guitar World Magazine) present a live collaborative performance of Morrow's lyrical prose pieces about animals real and imaginary—from Snake to Mongoose, Rooster to Bat, Unicorn to Whale, Elephant to Anenome. Set to Skolnick's innovative world music, this reading of A Bestiary unites voice with guitar virtuosity in unexpected, magical ways.

Conjunctions editor, Bard Center fellow, and Bard literature professor BRADFORD MORROW's many books of fiction include Trinity Fields, The Diviner's Tale, The Uninnocent, and The Forgers.

The latest albums from ALEX SKOLNICK, lead guitarist of the heavy-metal band Testament and the jazz group Alex Skolnick Trio, are Dark Roots of Earth and Planetary Coalition. He is a founding member of Metal Allegiance.

Contact: Micaela Morrissette, mmorriss@bard.edu, 845-758-7054

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Nocturnals
Spring 2019
Edited by Bradford Morrow

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July 16, 2019
She wanders aimlessly through age, age
being a nutrient that washes from the cliff face
into the soil.

Absence a rhythm in the daily round, rows
carved into furrows in the ground or the folds
of the robe, not planted with seed.
July 9, 2019
He has already, over the course of months, designed his own sanctuary, his own adventure. It has yet to be built, but it will be an ordinary house, except for the cellar, where a secret tunnel leads far away into deep woods, to his real home, enormous and impregnable and peopled by machines to take care of all his needs.
by Maureen Howard
Introduction by Joanna Scott
July 2, 2019
We sipped a fumé blanc, much too good for us. Elsa, quite content with a weak strain of iced tea, happy to be here at all. We had not known from lively e-mails and upbeat telephone chats that her persistent cough had taken a turn to the prospect of dying.
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Monday, October 28, 2019
2:30 pm – 3:30 pm