“In being death, you hope that you won’t become death. In being a door-to-door makeup salesperson,” Vick said, “the same.”
Someone sneezed.
The most hard-wearing and commonsensical of writerly truisms is the avoidance of cliché.
But each night in my dream she eats my heart
By exploring the dynamic between seeing and reading, and animating the spaces between text and photographs, these works super-boost the possibilities of feminist narrative.
If we know what we see we’ll know how to act. Or more like deep fake me once, shame on you, deep fake me twice who am I, where, why.
I want to see Camp Dada as a fungal body, one in which we accept that the world will not be saved, and so strive for new ways of sustaining life in the present.
remind me to tell you about the pedestrian bridge arched over the tributary that flows into the cuyahoga river
The war that the WGA is currently fighting—against the gig-ification of their jobs and the abandonment of new workers in the field to low-wage contingency—looks a lot like the war higher ed already lost.
There no longer appears an obvious trade-off between “progress” and its human price; no countervailing benefits accruing to those who might otherwise have to bear the “slow violence” of modern industry.
The Shining lives in my consciousness like no other work of art.
I couldn’t marry the Great Man and be the Great Man.
My senior year of college, I got skinny off raw food. Soaked almonds, sprouted buckwheat, cucumber soup. The first time...