The rapid unravelling of the world economy from the once humble but now monstrously novel and frightening coronavirus from Wuhan,...
Black artists have it bad in Cleveland.
This flashing back and forth from lived experience to its abstracted digital shape is one of the characteristic rhythms of contemporary consciousness.
The butterfly as a symbol has become a painful cliché of rebirth. I am quite sure that the butterfly does...
I cry a little, too, because it all feels so cliché. That I should look at my mother and realize she’ll die one day. That she should notice my tears becoming heavenly–sorry, heavy–and approach me, open-armed.
Culpability is offloaded onto the very idea of science itself: unfeeling, inhuman, inevitable. These warnings do not allow for human ingenuity or variety of thought; they cannot imagine another way. But it’s a poor craftsman who blames his tools.
Lee Bey | Southern Exposure: The Overlooked Architecture of Chicago’s South Side | Northwestern University Press | 2019 | 172...
The impassioned disputations on taste and aesthetics at the now-maligned Salons were disputations on ethics, morals, and politics. As in our art world, taste was an advocacy vehicle for the Good, if hardly for the same Good.
In rendering Natalie Portman's character, and her pleasure, so obviously deformed, the film makes her into a particularly monstrous figurehead for an ever wider cultural impulse to psychologize every aberrance, to assign exacting, demystifying vocabulary to all the ways in which a person can be hurt.
I’m a white man looking in a black man’s eyes Wishing I’d never been one of the guys Who pretended...
When Pittsburgh refuses to see the world, the city becomes unbearably precious and self-congratulating; and when Pittsburgh refuses to see itself, it takes as truth each insult it has ever received.
red states, blue states, purple states, white space, infiltrate, leave a trace etc. I’ve been trying very hard to avoid...