In the molten golden hour, a row of Santhal tribeswomen dance in an open field. Arms interlocked, they bounce as one centipedal body to the beat of a dhol, cymbals, and a purring bamboo flute. The musicians wear flowers in their turbans, while the dancers don expressionless metallic masks that impart an otherworldly timbre to the pastoral scene.
Artist and writer discuss their globe-spanning travels.
If novelists could tell the story of climate change, they might spark the action scientists are calling for in order to save the planet.
A musical that argues against itself, posing more questions than it could ever attempt to answer.
Melting glaciers, Metallica, and the Arctic.
Artist Heidi Norton and philosopher Michael Marder discuss the ethics of plants and differentiate between “nature” and “ecology.”
Here is an attractively printed 500-plus-page anthology of “North American Postmodern Pastoral Poetry,” culled from work first published since 1995 and divided into four largely arbitrary piles.
In 1982, BOMB Magazine published images of my ocean-basin mapping along with a letter sent on July 7, 1981 to the director of the Iraqi Mission to the United Nations.
Rain in Detroit
Aircraft on the tarmac strut
Urban planning and the Edenic garden, from Cicero to Borges; and universal knowledge and the public library, from Boulee to Kalach’s own soaring Vasconcelos Library.
Xenoestrogens are chemical compounds that are said to mimic Estrogen.
“The only way to deconstruct an idea or a viewpoint is to start with some kind of archetype, then you invade it with different readings.” James Wines