The Bauhaus tends to be presented through the lens of its creative and intellectual diaspora.

In a leafy courtyard at Cairo University, the philosopher Graham Harman explains that politics is just another object among a level field of objects …

Long neglected poet Stephen Jonas created a complex web of self-mythologized identities to escape any form of categorization …

Chavisa Woods tells a linear but fragmented personal story of growing up and coming of age in a misogynist culture

Much silence fills the exquisite visual tableaus in German filmmaker Angela Schanelec’s I Was at Home, But…

The first time I heard something on Nyege Nyege Tapes was on computer speakers. For once, the promotional blurb wasn’t hyperbolic …

The two Chinese-born filmmakers reflect on Wang’s new documentary One Child Nation and her unique approach to blending the personal and political.

Painter Lee Quiñones grew up on the Lower East Side and began his career tagging subway cars. His latest paintings are cut from his studio walls.

An international chess master and a filmmaker play a match while discussing the art of the game and its history in India.

The composer and percussionist’s Autoschediasms language invites collaborative composition between a conductor and musicians by employing a lexicon of gestures and textual cues.

The actor stars opposite an opera diva in Norma Jeane Baker of Troy, Anne Carson’s verse play that reflects on the histories of two iconic women millennia apart.

Grounded in the rhythms and vernacular of Brazil’s periferias, the writer’s debut story collection, The Sun on My Head, centers on the lives of young men growing up in Rio’s favela communities.

On a visit to the New Mexico Museum of Art, two poets grapple with questions of performed authenticity and settler poetics, while analyzing depictions of the American West.

Her concerts, broadcast the first Thursday of each month at 9:30 PM Cairo time, brought life to a stop throughout the Arab world.

Poets really think they’re doing the most with the least …

“Let him sleep. He’ll be alright if he sleeps.”

During his twelve years in New York City, Bosun, who went by Bo, got into some bad business with an import-export company in Queens. It turned out the company was dealing in stolen goods, and Bo, who drove a truck for them, was eventually caught one winter on the bridge between Manhattan and New Jersey.

Did she have a deep cut?

I disrupt the concupiscence of tube worms / where your snowy owl eye consults among white crusts / the venom of my gymnodactyl eye / which bribes the slag of trilobites

This is a story of? / a woman lying on her? / a back?—aback—with her? / a face hidden and a?

I hope you got some cool mountain air tonight / glamping with you is better even than sharing a coke

A collaboratively drawn comic.

I never made a decision to become a film editor—or, in any case, I didn’t decide upon it at a young age and follow a single career path.

The condition of most of our lives is that of continuous flight, in some manner or form—flight from faulty logic, from place of birth to the place we alight, from situations that no longer serve us, from political precarity—flight, as in rupture.