The Danish poet on corporeal poetics, pregnancy, and the influence of classical music.
“I originally published this in 2007 thinking, Oh this is a fine book, but I will be joined by a whole lot of amputee writers, and they are going to be here any minute. I’m still waiting.”
From the Pentecostal churches of his youth to ’80s underground Goth punk and queer clubs to museums around the world, an iconic performance artist tells his story.
From Lagos to LA, a young painter’s images resonate with meaning, both personal and political.
Nicotine, the author’s third novel in as many years, dives into the world of East Coast anarchists.
Wry installations and revelatory sculptures blend art-making and activism in Chin’s unique practice of transformation.
For her residency at the New Museum, Leigh looks at the act of healing through the lens of black female caregivers, educators, and intellectuals.
“Life has a soundtrack. And certain music is a soundtrack to a certain type of identity or feeling. 50 Cent, the Game, and those kinds of guys—they made us feel like our lives were worth nothing, basically.”
“A good part of our work is about giving materiality to things that aren’t visible.”
Christos Ikonomou, Rafael Chirbes, and new fiction from the eurozone.
“We also looked into hysterical and mythological bad dads. And so we twisted all this material into questions like ‘Has your father eaten your siblings?‘”
On Iván Repila’s The Boy Who Stole Attila’s Horse
“People struggling to control language, control conversation, literally to control the world.”
“When we walk around with all this weight on our shoulders, we justify our boots.”
Posing as a real estate photographer, Venezuelan artist Luis Molina-Pantin took photographs of gaudy buildings built with drug money.
Esperanza Mayobre creates passwords. These are not acts of secrecy or exclusivity. They propose an entry into a body of work that defuses deceptive cultural hierarchies
Jefferson describes Bradshaw’s plays as treacherous territories peopled with high-achieving suburbanites and professors gripped by sexual and racial manias. Their most dangerous quality: they act on pure id.
Claire Fontaine lives in Paris. Her “assistants” are Fulvia Carnevale and James Thornhill, an Italian-British artist duo.