Jimmy, it’s your girl. The one at the desk whom you pay a living wage. This is what could be known as a wake-up call if we were the sort of people who relied upon others to remind us of our tasks.
What’s wrong / with “ratty” whose / expectations cut, whose / trust shall be a spider’s web, got /
February 1 marked the centenary of Muriel Spark’s birth, and we’re celebrating with a selection of the British master’s aphorisms, notes, and observations.
Finally back in the fold of Hollywood—one imagines him advancing mistrustfully, mistrustfully looking up at the high and useless palm trees (an immoderation which serves no purpose: the palm trees “planted on both sides of the expressway in order to purge an already pure sky”).
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.