Biography
On researching a nineteenth-century actress and her risk-taking, gender-bending life.
On researching a nineteenth-century actress and her risk-taking, gender-bending life.
The “mother of African contemporary dance” discusses her solo, multimedia performance SOMEWHERE AT THE BEGINNING.
A selection of pages from Hands Up, Herbie!, a graphic biography of the artist and educator Herb Perr.
The portrait photographer on how he captures the spirit and power of a writer’s work.
On writing a biography about a complicated artist.
A rediscovered novel and memoir depict a character we are lucky to have on the page. In life he would mortify us.
Chris Kraus and Douglas A. Martin conjure the iconoclastic author.
In the spirit of all Augusts, endured and half-remembered, some music-memory beach reading from two parallel realities.
With I Had Nowhere to Go, director Douglas Gordon brings the diary of filmmaker and poet Jonas Mekas into contact with our own reveries.
Frank O’Hara was asked by Gian Carlo Menotti to select the American poets for Settimana della Poesia at the Spoleto Festival of Two Worlds, June 26 through July 2, 1965.
“For me she is that awkward cucumber, but also the roses and carnations. She spreads. She crushes. She’s crushed. Margaret is the whole garden.”
It’s Corey Haim here—‘80s heartthrob, teen idol, and tragic girlish boy next door. What’s up, Schmerm?
It’s been two years since Taylor Mead left us to take his role as the Jester Fool Poet of the Great Bohemia in the Sky, but he is still a very living presence on the Lower East Side.
One way to understand the work of Erik Satie is to imagine a place somewhere between two opposite artistic poles: James McNeill Whistler and Robert Filliou.
Cities haunted by ghosts, ghosts that are a metaphor for language in their haunting doubling and mistranslations, language that’s full of holes, while the holes themselves are suggestive of abandoned places and writing that fails to describe anything accurately enough—this is Valeria Luiselli’s terrain.
You may have heard the sad news that John Chamberlain passed away last Wednesday morning.
Things to remember better: Ferd Eggan entered my life in San Francisco in 1969, the year I dropped out of Berkeley.
The revelatory rediscovery of Russian absurdist writer Daniil Kharms.
Ryan Sheldon on Marco Roth’s memoir The Scientists: A Family Romance.
