Arts

Mechanicals make 'Cuckoo' fly

A work farm, a mental ward, a nurse, a half-Indian, a convict ... an unseemly combination of places and people. Really, it is their apparent incongruence which lends them a certain mysterious aura, and in Ken Kesey's imagination creates a bizarre world.

Primus thrashes hard-core at Swatch's Sno-Core

When you think of Detroit, snowboarding probably isn't the first thing that comes to mind. But during the University's spring break, the first annual Swatch Sno-Core tour rolled through the State Theater in Detroit, joining snowboard culture and music together to make for an interesting night.

'Fugitive' spin-off can't outrun 'Titanic''s grosses

LOS ANGELES (AP) - "U.S. Marshals," Warner Bros.' sequel to "The Fugitive," nearly caught "Titanic" in weekend box office earnings. Final figures released Monday by Exhibitor Relations Co. showed that "Titanic," in its 12th week atop the box office charts, had weekend receipts of $17.6 million, compared with $16.9 million for the debut of "U.S. Marshals."

Last week's top ten films

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Films opening and holding

The Michigan Daily Literary Magazine

Note to Readers ...

Introduction: By Rob Pham

My mother spoke to her deceased first husband through a ouija board. When asked to recall my initial encounter with words, words being formed by combining symbols that represent sounds, I always return to that terror-filled moment when I was five. At that age I was able to water-color and oil paint, but I could not read.

Personal Space in America: By Aric Knuth

Gloria and I were married in a church even though I don't believe in God, and she knows it. We've always been very open with one another about everything fron religion to toothpaste preference to erotic fantasies.

Panties: By Diane Cook

I found the panties in the front pocket of his Sunday pants. There was nothing mysterious about it, nothing to question. There was no wondering if I'd left the lipstick stain on his collar, or whether I'd scratched his back when I came. There was no wondering about those panties.

Carl and Helen: By Brie Tiderington

"Will it always be so hopeless?" Carl asks Helen after he swigs down the rest of his Guinness. "I don't think so."

Write Poems, Drown in Your Sleep: By Rob Pham

Mississippi: By Sarah Flint

Onion Skin: By Greg Epstein

Duke Ellington and His Orchestra: Birthday Sessions, Vol. 2: By Ethan Shalom Johnson

Exile in Dundas: By Iris S. Hui

I Don't Hear: By John Ghose

Joe: By Matt Schmitt

Corporate Life: By Mike Nagrant

03-12-98

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