Last Monday, we had our class visit to a performance at Carnegie Hall. The performance was a celebration of Chinese culture, featuring colorful and unpredictable music and a talented ensemble. When the lights dimmed, the show began and the stage looked like it was miles away. It transformed into a different scene that became a part of the artists' performace.

The reading we went to on Tuesday was a different kind of "meet the artist" experience. We got to know the artist through words, through his own writing. He read to us excerpts from his novel and poems. I liked his narrative voice and witty sense of humor. He tried to reach out to his audience members. Of his readings, the love letter written by a soldier to a woman he loved left a lasting impression. The love sounded so poetically painful. The soldier's love would outlast all and be with the woman wherever she went. It was the type of love that movies were based on. When Mr.