I remember your torso locked in a twill shell. / I remember the same rotating body bare. / Is my sadness ever any different?
THE GRANDUNCLE (stands up in the middle of the wake. Taps his glass with a spoon)
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.
I saw C.D. Wright at a party once. I wasn’t her friend or her student. She was beautiful and graceful; something girlish about her face under the white hair.
A few years ago, I drafted two linked stories, one about Kurt Cobain and the other about Raymond Carver. Both grew up in the Pacific Northwest. Both had fathers who worked at a sawmill. Both were, in one way or another, working-class kids.
The Dogtooth filmmaker talks about The Lobster, finding the right tone, and the state of Greek cinema.
“Post-love, post-work, post-faith, post-home. What’s left?”
Blue window where we waited for you.
I sit down this morning to write about this image. This image—which might be a poem—that I made as the result of an experiment.
Things were happening. It was festive and official: everyone in the building was allowed to take the elevator.
That winter the city was full of ravens.
“My addiction has to do with performance, with creating a very real situation and then dealing with all the physical problems surrounding it.” —Matthew Barney
Althoff engages multiple art modes—from painting to making music, as a band member of Workshop and under the pseudonym Fanal.
Paper Clip is a weekly compilation of online articles, artifacts and other—old, new, and sometimes BOMB-related.
The doctor wears his pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up.