July 2018
Harold Abramowitz & Janice Lee: Motion and Resistance
Last night I crossed a river in my dream and so today I translate the journey into thinking for tomorrow.
Read MoreJessica Sequeira: Julio Barrenechea in India
Sun of India, Barrenechea’s book of poems, was published in New Delhi while he was living there. At first read, it may seem a simple take on the traditions of the country as filtered through the sensibility of the poet...
Read MoreScholarly publishing is a $25 billion a year industry…
The world of scholarly communication is broken. Giant, corporate publishers with racketeering business practices and profit margins that exceed Apple’s treat life-saving research as a private commodity to be sold at exorbitant profits.
Read MoreJoel Gn on Laurie Stone
Most of Stone’s writings touch on the transformations from loves lost and found. In particular, the narrator’s relationship with her mother, whom she affectionately refers to as ‘Toby’ is at times strained...
Read MoreEd Simon on the Number Three
Behold, the first odd prime, designator of our three dimensions, that which was the number of times Peter denied Christ, the number of times Satan tempted him, and the number of days he spent in the grave...
Read MoreSubjugations of the Gay Mainstream by Roderick Ferguson
Though I am queer and live in the world created by what I know to be a single-issue hijacking of queer struggles, my interest in this topic is motivated less by identity and more by a long-standing interest in what Louis Althusser identified in For Marx as the possibilities...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
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I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...
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The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read More
I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...
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