24 Frames

Saturdays @ 9pm

24 Frames is a KTTZ-TV Original Production highlighting Film, Art, Culture, and Music in Texas. If you know of an artist, musician, filmmaker, or an event we should cover please email Paul Hunton, host of 24 Frames.

The holiday season is upon us, and maybe I’m getting older and grouchier, but the Christmas season has now invaded our lives to the point that—no joke—I saw Christmas lights up the day after Halloween. Halloween! This can’t stand! On October 29th as I made my way to Target to buy last minute candy to hand out to kids dressed as pumpkins, skeletons and Taylor Swift, I found that not only had Halloween—still 3 days away at that point—been relegated to one row and a couple shelves, while the rest of specialty section had already been taken over by Christmas.

Melissa Range
Justus Poehls (Published on poetryfoundation.org)

“Lampblack” by Melissa Range, recited by John Poch.

The inaugural Lubbock Book Festival is almost upon us. In a time when the humanities are pushed more and more to the side of what we hold important in our society and school systems, it feels more important than ever that we get together and celebrate English, poetry  and literature. When we talk about how divided we are, and how communication doesn’t seem to work anymore, maybe investing more time and effort into literacy and writing is a good first step.

Heron
Written by William Wenthe and read by John Poch

The drought summer the lake hung low.
Once-sunken stumps hugged
Their shadows, as we watched
A heron, across the water, articulate itself
In grave, measured strides, to where
A turtle slept on a log. The heron bowed
Its fluent neck, its clever beak
Nudged the turtle—slap into the lake!
IN the story I wanted to tell,
The turtle was me, the water
That unreadable depth I feared,
And the heron, the heron was love.

24 Frames Segment: The Vietnam War

Sep 28, 2017

Every night for the past week I've sat down at my television and been in communion with America's greatest storyteller, Ken Burns, along with millions of other Americans for what I feel, is his masterpiece—a documentary about The Vietnam War. I may be biased, but only public media allows a canvas, this broad, this deep, this multifaceted. I've wept, I've smiled, I've sat in disbelief.

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