New York Live Arts presents
I say something about the time and he replies, “I cannot sleep in this lifeless room, I can’t, I can’t. I won’t. You can’t make me.”
Chroniclers of restless wanderlust.
From the laundry room to the streets.
In the letter never sent, / the one constructed / entirely from photographs, / Polaroids of moments, or / elements I have been / attempting to suppress.
A daydream by a night owl.
The Danish poet on corporeal poetics, pregnancy, and the influence of classical music.
A story of immigration and integration.
Congratulations to Ward on winning the 2017 National Book Award for Sing, Unburied, Sing.
“Everything is equally treated.”
Experimental black poetry and visual art.
A rediscovered novel and memoir depict a character we are lucky to have on the page. In life he would mortify us.
Recovering global feminism.
“To credibly present ecstasy, pure ecstasy, is incredibly difficult. Once upon a time this wasn’t the case. This is what capitalism has done to us all—rendered earnestness—a thing of suspicion and contempt.”
Corruption, capitalism, and death in Puglia.
“The book can draw in different audiences without catering to them. There’s a kind of rigorous hospitality, an aperture for dialogue.”
“A film is always an attempt, nothing more, and that allows for a sort of dialogue.”
Extending the possibilities of relation.
“Experience is what you get when you don’t get what you want.”
Exploring the lost connection between aesthetics and science.