The end of style, when it ends, is a post on a dejected, impassable frontier. It is the beginning of something wider and colder, and it will have no name.
Diagrams, in their largest capacity and expression, carry not just the limits of the negative but also possibility.
Plots and themes from the projects felt like a missing piece in Morrison's Great Migration stories.
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.
This flashing back and forth from lived experience to its abstracted digital shape is one of the characteristic rhythms of contemporary consciousness.
This place is full of those spores.
All forewords are, in part, efforts to sell, rather than illuminate.
He slung a discarded western saddle over his left shoulder, strong and sculpted, suspending a billow of dust over our path to an open air dining hall.
But what they do demand, as Hero does of Ivy, is "someplace where every time we turn around we don't see that damn machine staring at us."
It was big deal when I saw Chicano Batman. Because of what we were singing together. Thinking together. Organizing together. Celebrating together.
95 years ago, on February 18, 1931, Chloe Wofford was born on the shores of Lake Erie in Lorain, Ohio.