When I arrive in the lobby of Kalimpong’s famed Himalayan Hotel, I move around clumsily and with caution. I’m wary of touching objects left behind by long-gone visitors, and the pop-up ghosts of soldiers, businessmen, and mountaineers startle me.
A pioneer of New York’s downtown scene in the ’60s and ’70s recalls how he found his vocation as a poet.
John Giorno’s influence as a cultural impresario, philanthropist, activist, hero, and éminence grise stretches so widely and across so many generations that one can almost forget that he is primarily a poet.
Historical analogies between the Civil War period and our own time are plentiful in a conversation about the author’s much-anticipated first novel, Lincoln in the Bardo.
Burn, burn offerings… the fire will purify your body and mind…
“I don’t accept the idea of my history as tragic.”
Blessed be Catholic performance artist Linda Montano and her life/art. Amen.
Biggers has three shows this fall: an “introspective” at the Brooklyn Museum, a solo show at SculptureCenter, and an exploration of African diaspora imagery at MASS MoCA. He discusses lineage and American history with fellow artist Terry Adkins.
Liza Béar interviewed Burmese monks in exile about Burma VJ, a film comprised largely of footage shot by undercover reporters in Burma.
Lena Valencia reviews Geoff Dyer’s Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi.
In memory of poet and contributor John Giorno we revisit this poignant conversation with Marcus Boon.
“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
Anne Waldman includes in her books chants, cantos, sestinas, haibun and elegies, demonstrating her intellectual and creative range and drawing on her studies of spirituality, mythology, and philosophy.
After nearly 40 years, Marina Abramović’s performances and installations continue to make viewers squirm. Laurie Anderson, an old friend, queries the artist on dreams and Buddhism.
Pat Steir has been at the forefront of American painting for a number of years. She seems ageless. Her role as female literal painter takes on epic proportions
Dissolution of the totalitarian Soviet regime brought Russia democracy of an imperfect sort. But much of the euphoria of the early nineties has dissipated in the face of new realities.
On the road with Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore and famed chanteuse Patti Smith, in Kerouac’s Lowell, Massachusetts.
Two poems, “To My Autistic Son, Revantha” and “Return to Sri Lanka, 1991” by Guy Amirthanayagam—for the Sri Lankan Poetry portfolio.