A rediscovered novel and memoir depict a character we are lucky to have on the page. In life he would mortify us.
Disastrous screenings, Nam June Paik’s meeting with Bill Clinton, and time spent as a dog.
Chris Kraus and Douglas A. Martin conjure the iconoclastic author.
“There’s often a gap between what we’re trying to say and what we are able to say. Sometimes I’m successful and sometimes I fail. Sometimes it’s painful and sometimes I get into that space where it feels right. That’s the high.”
Rickie Vasquez is wondering if all you ever have to offer him are crumbs.
“The perceived aversion to a male-centered illness narrative had to do with antiquated ideas about who should and shouldn’t be vulnerable to a failing body, and what that vulnerability means.”
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.
Resisting confession in Yiyun Li’s Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life
Deconstructing self-made myths in Melissa Febos’s Abandon Me
“I’m just using language to manipulate the reader into feeling my feelings, or the feelings I hope they feel.”
With I Had Nowhere to Go, director Douglas Gordon brings the diary of filmmaker and poet Jonas Mekas into contact with our own reveries.
Frank O’Hara was asked by Gian Carlo Menotti to select the American poets for Settimana della Poesia at the Spoleto Festival of Two Worlds, June 26 through July 2, 1965.
Peter Hutton was an American filmmaker who spent many years of his youth at sea in the US Merchant Marine. His celebrated films, widely acclaimed for their luminous integrity, blurred the divide between still photography and cinema.
“Crude action is required here. Take off that limb, see what’s left.”
The very first days following my mother’s death, my father and I were alone.
So they invite you to Nueva York, all expenses paid, to participate in an event for Stonewall, twenty years after the police brawl starring the gay girls who, in 1964, took over a bar in the Village.
It’s been two years since Taylor Mead left us to take his role as the Jester Fool Poet of the Great Bohemia in the Sky, but he is still a very living presence on the Lower East Side.
Words Without Music is a sustained performance with fascinating scenes and a lucid text.