I sleep, but my heart wakes, says the Song of Songs. The other nightnames the sleepless night we spend in dreams.From The Interpretation of Dreams to Finnegans Wake, many of the great writing projects of the first half of the twentieth century tell tales of this sleepless night. In the post-war waning of the dreamier modernist projects, writers such as Beckett and Blanchot work through the residual fatigue.The Other Night looks anew into the causes of this fatigue. Beginning by establishing a link between Freud's claim that the dream is a kind of pictographic writing and his metapsychologicalclaim that the dreamrepresents the impossibility of complete sleep, The Other Night studies, in readings of Joyce, Beckett, and Blanchot, the unrest, at once literary and political, in which dreams come to u

The sound of the choir of King's College, Cambridge - its voices perfectly blended, its emotions restrained, its impact sublime - has become famous all over the world, and for many, the distillation of a particular kind of Englishness. This is especially so at Christmas time, with the broadcast of the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols, whose centenary is celebrated this year. How did this small band of men and boys in a famous fenland town in England come to sing in the extraordinary way they did in the twentieth and early twenty-first centuries? It has been widely assumed that the King's style essentially continues an English choral tradition inherited directly from the Middle Ages. In this original and illuminating book, Timothy Day shows that this could hardly be further from the truth. Until the 1930s, the singing at King's was full of high Victorian emotionalism, like that at many other English choral foundations well into the twentieth century. The choir's modern sound was brought about by two intertwined revolutions, one social and one musical. From 1928, singing with the trebles in place of the old lay clerks, the choir was fully made up of choral scholars - college men, reading for a degree. Under two exceptional directors of music - Boris Ord from 1929 and David Willcocks from 1958 - the style was transformed and the choir broadcast and recorded until it became the epitome of English choral singing, setting the benchmark for all other choral foundations either to imitate or to react against. Its style has now been taken over and adapted by classical performers who sing both sacred and secular music in secular settings all over the world with a precision inspired by the King's tradition. I Saw Eternity the Other Night investigates the timbres of voices, the enunciation of words, the use of vibrato. But the singing of all human beings, in whatever style, always reflects in profound and subtle ways their preoccupations and attitudes to life. These are the underlying themes explored by this book.

The Chicano poet offers a collection of poems from the last fifteen years, including fourteen new works that discuss love, sex, and AIDS.

Before you fully investigate "Why Is This Night Different from All Other Nights?" ask yourself these questions: 1. If a train is already speeding through the night, is it too late to get on board? 2. When everyone on the train is suspicious, how do you know who to follow? 3. "Murder!" 4. Wait, who said "murder"? Has everything become derailed?

Best to start at the beginning, but the whole’s an enjoyable ride.”—Kirkus Reviews Before the Baudelaires became orphans, before he encountered A Series of Unfortunate Events, even before the invention of Netflix, Lemony Snicket was a boy discovering the mysteries of the world. This is his story. Train travel! Murder! Librarians! A Series Finale! On all other nights, the train departs from Stain'd Station and travels to the city without stopping. But not tonight. You might ask, why is this night different from all other nights? But that's the wrong question. Instead ask, where is this all heading? And what happens at the end of the line? Will the final book in Lemony Snicket's bestselling series, All the Wrong Questions offer any answers? "Snicket...closes his quartet of smart, noirish mysteries...with several bangs (and a poison dart or two). Most questions (wrong and right) are answered by the satisfying close."—Kirkus Reviews

"In the murky London gloom, a knife-wielding gentleman prowls the midnight streets with his faithful watchdog Snuff - gathering together the grisly ingredients they will need for an upcoming ancient and unearthly rite. And all manner of players, both human and undead, are preparing to participate."--Publisher.

Every year at Christmas time, I see many books on the poem "The Night Before Christmas" by Clement Moore. I asked myself why there was not a poem about the "other night before Christmas" or the birth of Christ. So, I decided to write one. I hope you enjoy and are inspired by it!