The poet on the myth of total knowledge, resisting answers, and the anxiety of completion.
It was October, and autumn was at its highest. I found myself in Croatia, in Zagreb, near the mountain of Sjleme for two months, and there I began filming Hibernation.
“I’m a Zimbabwean and I should show in my paintings where I’m from. In our culture, when you have a dream about dogs, cows, or whatnot, it means an evil spirit is coming to attack.”
on the other hand if someone were to ask Leopoldo about his pilgrimage to Cajas,
Luke Wiget on the commanding sounds and biographical narrative in Li-Young Lee’s re-released The Winged Seed
Minding the Elephants
(03/20/2003 – 12/18/2011)
Like a lion he breaks all my bones …
Poet Dean Young on his new collection Bender and making vehicles to another world.
This First Proof contains an excerpt from A Stroll through Literature, by Roberto Bolaño, translated by Laura Healy.
An excerpt from Roberto Bolaño’s new collection of poetry, Tres, out from New Directions.
Filmmaker Lucretia Martel has often been compared to David Lynch, but where Lynch’s films give off the rank smell of a decaying swamp (with who knows what sunk to the bottom), Martel’s new film possesses the arid beauty of a bone left in the sun.
This is the unabridged version of Ben Ehrenreich’s story, also available as a Fiction for Driving audio.
Sebastián Patané Masuelli once answered an asinine question of mine about his influences with the quip, “If we had planned to arrive in this country we would have done certain things in advance, like learn the language.”
What makes dreams so confounding and revealing is their juxtaposition of things known or remembered with the complete mysteries that lurk in the subconscious.
Award-winning novelist Madison Smartt Bell instigates an epistolary exchange with painter Judith Linhares on dream theory and Emily Dickinson.
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.
The magician never gives away his secrets. Tunga is content to explain his, yet the sum of these secrets remains a mystery.
This First Proof contains an excerpt from Incidents of Travel in Riversford.
Thar once was a cannonball named Parpian who shot right past my bridges and straight into my life. Oh a difficult feat, for I’d spent 25 years constructing those bridges.