There is a ticket printed in every copy of Orhan Pamuk’s 2008 novel The Museum of Innocence. The ticket is good for one free admission to the eponymous Museum—a real place, housed in a small building in the Çukurcuma district of Istanbul and curated by the author himself…
Below, Ezra Pound writes to his mother, thanking her for his birthday gift (a bit of much needed spending money, it would seem), and fills her in on his literary activities in London. Later in November, he would go … Continued
This poem was drawn from “The Insurrectionary Turn,” a portfolio of new political poetry curated by Joshua Clover.
Selections from a portfolio of new political poetry, curated (and with an introduction) by Joshua Clover.
I approve highly of your idea of segregating the intellectuals—in large well padded asylums—The only way for them to escape would be for each man to commit an act—a grimy fleshly bedrock act. Devil a few of them would ever reappear.
Pussy Riot. Feminists. Prisoners of Conscience. Russian riot grrrls. These are the signifiers, plucked from their Russian socio-political context, that have come to represent this women’s art collective in the Western media. Robbed of any historical or cultural continuity, Pussy … Continued
I have followed up the chain of scholarly references purporting to prove that the Dark Lady is accused of having gonorrhoea, and it is even feebler than I expected.
Throughout the fall of 1953, Malcolm Lowry sent his editor at Random House, Albert Erskine, a series of increasingly erratic, digressive, peculiar (and playful) letters concerning his work-in-progress, tentatively entitled October Ferry to Gabriola. Lowry’s deadline for Random House was November … Continued
When the FBI was fed the minutes of editorial board meetings at Time and Life, Fortune and Look, the Reader’s Digest and the Daily Worker, points along the full spectrum of U.S. print culture were opened to Bureau pre-awareness.
Below, D. H. Lawrence writes to editor and close friend Edward Garnett (husband of Constance) regarding Paul Morel, a 400-page drama that, by the end of the year, would become Sons and Lovers. (A month later, he would write Garnett: “I wrote it again, … Continued
