BOMB 105 Fall 2008
“People think that when a poem works, it’s because of the lines of a great poet—Baudelaire, T. S. Eliot, Whitman, or whoever—but it’s not so. The lines, when they magically work, are the reflection of your mind. It’s almost like the poet is making a mirror that nobody can see.” John Giorno
“That question is not about the character that’s written on the page there. That question is about you. There’s a kind of compulsion when you’re acting to make it believable, to make it credible. That’s not my concern. That’s going to happen. Whatever happens will be real. It will be real in some fashion.”
“That’s an exciting aspect of exhibiting work for me—it’s not the audience we know, it’s the audience we don’t know.” Rachel Harrison
“I used to want to separate the poet from the translator in me, but that’s no longer possible, nor is it desirable. On the contrary.”
“Curiosity is already a sign of intelligence. Cows are not stupid at all. They view the landscape meditatively when they take their siesta.” Roman Signer
Director Kelly Reichardt first gained widespread notice with her 2006 film Old Joy, a paean to post–9/11 political and personal miasma played out in the campfire conversations and road-trip recollections of two longtime friends in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon.
I met Dubravka Ugrešić in 1996 at an orientation session at the Bunting Institute at Radcliffe College, where we were asked to sit in a close circle and tell our life stories in front of perfect strangers.
dialogue was something like this:
how long will you away and acting so odd and
Who gets written into history? Who is forgotten? What are the conditions under which eradication can occur?
Rain in Detroit
Aircraft on the tarmac strut
Rebecca Keith speaks with author Jesmyn Ward about her National Book Award-winning novel Salvage the Bones.
Roberto Juarez on the way that Robert Brinker’s paper cutouts balance warm, Disney-like comfort with strident sensuality.
Home to operations as disparate as a handbag factory and the sound art gallery Diapason, Brooklyn’s new six-million-square-foot industrial complex, Industry City is responding to NYC’s fast and uneven gentrification by merging industrial and cultural production.
Just when we thought of Asia as fertile territory for the monumental interventions of a handful of star architects, Joseph Grima features a few projects that let us in on the true nature of the architecture shaping contemporary China, South Korea, and Japan. Although Grima’s methodology, which he calls a “Polaroid of a changing continent,” is fragmentary, the result is holistic.
Sea of Poppies is a miraculous book about even more than the 19th-century opium trade, which is an exciting tale in and of itself, fraught with voracious greed, power-mongering, and racism.
Here’s something revealing: If you send Gary Panter $225 and one to three keywords—sex, girls, and robots being the most popular words the artist receives—he’ll make you an original six- by eight-inch drawing based on those words.
It’s an iffy conceit, packaging a glut of obscure tunes from the same period and place, and then inventing a genre to cohere them.
Everywhere you look in Michael Smith’s first midcareer survey—a cacophonous carnival of videos, skits, installations, publications, and drawings—there’s “Mike:” a pasty, caterpillar-browed, small-time entrepreneur with American values and a fondness for JFK.
What makes dreams so confounding and revealing is their juxtaposition of things known or remembered with the complete mysteries that lurk in the subconscious.
Arthur Russell was known as Charlie while growing up in rural Iowa in the ’50s.
Based on a workshop and exhibition at the Banff Centre in 2007, Informal Architectures is more a compilation of documents (artist statements, interviews, and articles by workshop participants and exhibitors) than a typical work of architectural history or criticism.
Known for sparkling conversation, provocative novels and essays, and the fame and diversity of her lovers, Madame de Staël was, as Francine du Plessix Gray persuades us in her perceptive biography, “the first modern woman.”
Let’s begin with an image Peter Manseau’s character Itsik Malpesh always returns to: a toddler clenching her fist in the air to stop a mob, mid-pogrom.
Souls of the Labadie Tract, Susan Howe’s sprawling collage of American history, poetic innovation, and soul-bearing personal excavation, commandeers a lyric expedition into both the strange and the familiar.