Matsuo Bashō
The old pond,
A frog jumps in:
Plop! Sound of water.
August 6 – October 12, 2026
A new novel from one of our most formally inventive storytellers — Luiselli returns with a layered meditation on narrative structure, time, and the stories we tell ourselves.
from 'A Tomb for Anatole' Stéphane Mallarmé, The Paris Review (trans. Paul Auster)
Mallarmé's fractured elegy for his son — fragments of grief that break language itself into light.
Education Is a Weapon — 40% Off Radical Learning Resources PM Press
A small indie publisher's sharp, necessary catalog on teaching resistance, radical parenting, and learning outside the state — now discounted for the back-to-school season.
Volta Max Lite — World's First Dual Magnetic Charging Cable PledgeBox
A gadget newsletter's breathless pitch for a cable that snaps magnetically into every device you own — the kind of thing you didn't know you wanted until you read about it at 6 a.m.
FILM Project Hail Mary
Andy Weir's solo-space-survival novel gets the blockbuster treatment — a lonely, witty, scientifically obsessive film that earns its sentiment.
The subterranean dystopia deepens — Season 2 peels back the silo's lies with a slow, paranoid burn that rewards patience.
Chef Greg Vernick's newest project in the buzzing Kensington-Fishtown corridor — a restaurant that's become one of the most talked-about openings of the year.
Free, family-friendly pop-up events and activities at Eakins Oval on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway — today, Saturday August 8.
Philadelphia Chinese Lantern Festival
All-new lantern displays light up historic Franklin Square in Old City — running through August 16.
Freedom Dreams at the Barnes Foundation
Immersive art, film, and video installations exploring how Americans of color have shaped national identity over 250 years — final weekend, closing August 9.
Beauty has no other origin than a wound, unique, different for each person, hidden or visible, that everyone keeps in himself, that he guards, and into which he withdraws when he wants to leave the world for a temporary but profound solitude.— Jean Genet