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Passion overwhelms comprehension. Comprehension kills passion.
Making chronic illness visible.
humself, shamself, hymnself, shameself—. / lameself, lambself, numbself, unself—. / sing anger, goddess, of—. many devices—.
Writing art history from the inside out.
Two poets reflect on colonialism, iconoclastic writers, and the political dimensions of translating literature under authoritarianism.
A posthumous collection cements the author’s reputation as a master of the short story.
Summoning the spirits.
The solitude of the voice.
WWW highly enjoys collaborations and co-creation and is currently involved in the project Perfect Users: a remix group that reflects on using-in-general and digital anthropology (or not).
The effects of incarceration.
500 billion years ago—the dark touches itself in the dark and experiences something like ecstasy. Except that ecstasy isn’t a feeling yet—the sensation is just kind of sharp and warm. Afterwards, the dark feels happy and breathless. Afterwards, the dark feels lonely.
Anointing her canvases with minerals, plants, smoke, and even animal urine, Dodd casts her installations as sites of ritual.
A painter talks about portraits as love letters, the poetry of country music, addiction and compulsion, drawing out painful archetypes, and finding both resentment and dignity in daily life.
The percussionist combines martial arts, herbalism, acupuncture, and technology to concoct a healing potion equal parts ancient tradition and pioneering experimentation.
In 2017, I moved for several months to Ayvalik, a seaside town in southern Turkey. My father had spent many summers there in a two-story family house that overlooked the Aegean Sea. It was a place he loved. I couldn’t save my father. I decided to save his house instead. With the help of locals, we brought it back to the way it used to be.
When I was thirteen, two missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints came to the house to follow up on a conversation from the week before with my mother.
Shifting between a Marie Antoinette wig, a fake mustache, and a bald cap, the sculptor and filmmaker plays all three corners of a love triangle in After the fire is gone.
The story’s “contents” are spun from actual events: in August 1973, Klaus flies to Los Angeles to meet his then-partner, Lynda Benglis (referred to as “Her”), who was to drive cross-country with him back to New York. Instead, he drives back alone, lost in a disputatious reverie circling around language, Gertrude Stein, modernist literature, mapmaking, and the act of writing.