Madeleine Beckman – Big City Lit

Bisecting Paths

Madeleine BeckmanSummer 2020, Summer 2020 Poetry

by Madeleine Beckman I was at the Mudd Club you were too probably watching or with another young artist high (most of us were) on something potent but not as potent as youth. I was probably dancing (what I did back then). Music was my drug, movement my master – every muscle, tendon taut, tantalized in

Father’s Day at the MoMA, 2021

Madeleine BeckmanWinter 2022, Winter 2022 Poetry

by Madeleine Beckman At the Cézanne exhibit – I cried looking at his drawings, reading Cézanne drew every day. He made pencil and paper breathe the way you could – while waiting for me to emerge from ballet class quickly sketching on a restaurant napkin. Some of Cézanne’s work in the exhibit wasn’t good, he