The people who run the art world are aware that if a true and great artist were to be recognized during their lifetime, they would have immense power. So the artists who are promoted are the lap dogs, the ones they can control.
I am haunted in the best way possible by how close Stevie Nicks is to wailing toward the end of “Silver Springs,” and that’s pretty much how I felt all the time after cutting off contact with my dad.
And maybe that brings us to the myth of chronology: linear time equals progression. No. There is no linear progression and we’re reproducing subjection again and again.
I guess it is labeled as a story collection. So they’re all—for the sake of categorization—they’re short stories, but I don’t know. Some of them were published as prose poems, and I think that letting them both be categorized and also evasive of categorization is kind of cool.
When readers need to know a century’s worth of history to comprehend a novel’s dynamics, a fiction writer confronts a task that may appear simple but is actually excruciatingly difficult.
The idea that you can just be in this space of pure intellectual pursuit, without a body to feed or provide shelter for, that just by pursuing these kinds of degrees, you leave your body behind, is a fiction.
Forget the Cayman Islands. Picture instead the rundown Huntington building in Cleveland's downtown skyline and an abandoned steel plant in Warren, Ohio.
In Death Glitch: How Techno-Solutionism Fails Us in This Life and Beyond, technology scholar Tamara Kneese, director of Data & Society’s Algorithmic Impact Methods Lab and former green software researcher at Intel, explores the precarity of our data and digital selves.
Mike DeCapite’s Jacket Weather is the story of a man in his fifties rekindling a relationship with June, a woman with whom he reveled in New York’s thriving punk scene as a youth.
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I find labels like “spiritual but not religious” fall short for me. It’s a label that misses the tension behind this relationship to faith, doubt, and questioning the institution.
Poetry is, or should be, a kind of thinking; it’s nothingness’s kingdom, where everything is possible. I use poetry to find out what I think.