A letter from Brakhage to the poet Robert Kelly describing his work on the groundbreaking film Mothlight.
Disastrous screenings, Nam June Paik’s meeting with Bill Clinton, and time spent as a dog.
I’d like to address / the concern / regarding the / castle appearing / with a missing / rib, with the lack / of arable / land—
All rhapsodes want it, to fold the world into a poem, / reconstrue a world in salvaged scraps & bracketed sighs;
On the streets of Melbourne, the Australian parades around dressed as Superman, paying his way through university by posing for photos, conscious of the bulge of his cock. Novelty, sex object, comic relief—it is all good.
I sat at the bar of the Zwiebelfisch in Berlin together with David Bell, the renowned Kant scholar; it happened to be one of his regular haunts and it was the only spot where we could have an undisturbed meeting whenever he was in Berlin.
I got on the bus and saw that my seat was at the end of the aisle, next to a very pretty blonde. Typical blonde girl’s freckles under her eyes. She was wearing a black sweater and blue velvet pants. Her seat was next to the window.
I’d rather be in my bed, eyes in the dark, lying on my back, head resting on a soft pillow, than in the desert, even in the company of Félicien David, even in the company of Sarah.
This visual narrative, arranged into a scroll format for online viewing, is the first chapter of Tammy Nguyen’s fiction Primate City—a duet of artist books that draws upon a 1969 US military intelligence proposal to modernize Danang City.
She hated the narrow dirt mile between their trailer and town. She wanted to erase it the same way she might spit and rub a number off the back of her hand.
Often translated as “Family Constellation,” Familienaufstellung is a form of therapy developed in the 1990s by the German psychotherapist Bert Hellinger with roots in existential psychology, Gestalt psychology, and psychodynamic therapy.
One afternoon during the Holy Month, I have that indistinct but unmistakable sensation that I am being followed.
First published in 1973 and too long out of print, Kenward Elmslie’s frenzied and highly original novel, is now available in a new edition by The Song Cave.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one. / Two llamas poke their heads out of the small stone enclosure
She was still wearing her nightgown but decided it could pass for a simple sundress with its spaghetti straps and cotton material. It hit her just at mid-thigh where there was a centimeter’s hem of red lace, the only real clue, she hoped, of the garment’s intended use.
It was one year ago (June 25, 2015), at Poets House, right before the late Bill Berkson’s reading began, that I casually said hi to him and he, always a generous and prolific collaborator with artists, said, “Let’s talk.”
On the second anniversary of the day Hurricane Sandy made landfall in New York, Klaus Biesenbach, the director of MoMA PS1, posted an image of the Statue of Liberty overrun by a tidal wave from the disaster movie The Day After Tomorrow to his Instagram, writing: “2 years ago #Sandy hit making clear how vulnerable the city is.”
In 1946 the Russian astrophysicist Gamow, transported in a US Air Force plane from California to Canada, from there to Washington, and from there to Florida, on each occasion to deliver a lecture, saw WITH HIS OWN EYES—while waiting in a noisy café on New York’s Fifth Avenue during one of the few quiet moments he had to himself—the rotation of atoms and subatomic particles, their spin, the constant revolution of molecules and planets, the rapidly turning stars, galaxies and superclusters.