Work No. 227: The lights going on and off consists entirely of an empty white-walled gallery in which the lights flicker off and on for five seconds apiece.
Read MoreThis is the third in a weekly baking series dedicated to Leonora Carrington. This recipe fell into my hands on a day I don’t remember…
Read MoreThe poet is born in squalor, his first love. Some of the poet’s favorite words include seedy, shabby, seamy.
Read MoreSolitude has become a topic of fascination in modern Western societies because we believe it is a lost art – often craved, yet so seldom found…
Read MoreThe collaboration between heartland arena rock bard Bruce Springsteen and punk poet goddess Patti Smith which led to “Because the Night”…
Read MoreI am “working” from “home,” in bed, when I have a cough that may or may not be dry but is definitely not wet. My stomach drops…
Read MoreCalifornia has been ordered to shelter in place. And here we are, 50 miles from our home, buying chickens. A last act before lockdown.
Read MoreHow is “the world” to be understood? In other words, how does what the world is like—what is “the case”—permit something like “what the world is like” to be thinkable?
Read MoreDavid J. Nelson challenges the notion that the Great Depression helped rather than hurt tourism in Florida.
Read MoreOne spring day in 1629, legions of devils came to call upon Father Urbain Grandier. If we’re to believe his accusers, the priest respond with enthusiasm at the arrival of his demonic charge.
Read MoreAtomic Garden, an experimental film by Ana Vaz, opens with a purely textual prologue: Aoki Sadako, an elderly Japanese woman, visits her flower garden…
Read MoreThe boy walks slowly across the wasteland, a lone figure—eyes in shadow, looking vaguely at his feet, but knowing, somehow, where he is going.
Read MoreIf you played an instrument before the pandemic, but so badly that it would not have occurred to you to publicly disseminate videos of yourself playing it…
Read MoreThe “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal
Read MoreOn the dot of noon yesterday, we received text messages from the government telling us to observe the ‘strict rules’ laid down by the president of the republic.
Read MoreWhile I had much success in my multiple attempts to create relationships where I was the person switching the intimacy dimmer higher or lower based on how well my expectations…
Read MoreThe recent chaos at the Iowa Democratic caucus was exacerbated by eager Anons responding to a 4chan call to “clog the phone lines”…
Read MoreNot all limericks are not-quite-nonsense, but the most limerickish ones are. As Anthony Madrid, author of a new collection of limericks illustrated by Mark Fletcher, says in a short essay…
Read MoreIt is November. I’m on a train through India. North to South. Delhi to Mumbai. 26 hours. I’m with a friend, Esther. She is falling in love.
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