It’s fitting that ecstasy’s Greek root means to literally “be beside oneself,” as in the soul exiting the body. Rubens wasn’t wrong: death, near-death is a preemptive condition of the ecstatic.
Let me begin by thanking Andy Oler for his thoughtful review of my book Manufacturing Decline, and Cleveland Review of...
When the smell of blood spreads out here, it's bound to spread out there.
Morrison might call the "nameless inscrutable, earthly thing" Ahab's prophetic ability to perceive whiteness as ideology.
This flashing back and forth from lived experience to its abstracted digital shape is one of the characteristic rhythms of contemporary consciousness.
But we’re ready to set sail for summer, and we hope these pieces, this review-in-review, have persuaded you that we’ll be here again in three months, in a year, in a decade, bailing and assessing the course.
This place is full of those spores.
Quarter in Review: On the A****-G****, Residential Electricity, Deserves, Nostalgia, and Agnès Varda
Such as, I keep misreading these preceding instances of the term “a****-g****” as “agnès-varda.”
Supposing maybe this is all anybody ought to be asking.
I asked CHATGPT about resources for an essay on Fredric Jameson, and multiple times it insisted I read The Cambridge Companion to Fredric Jameson. This book does not exist, and it isn’t linking me to The Cambridge Companion to Postmodernism as each time I’ve tested it gives me a different author and publication year for this fake book.
Titles are not investments to be recouped, or successes authors owe to their publishers. Instead, each copy of an APP book is something useful but impractical, something beautiful, something fun.
It's like the whole intellectual coating of the past midcentury is sloughing off at once, the last scarred remnants of a flayed skin.
“I wish people would forget that we come from Seattle. It’d be nice if they thought we came from Cleveland...