… Sunset wears a crown
Like a wound wears a crown.
Even I believe in something
When looking into water at sunset.
Even then the gods are at work.
The eyes see something beautiful beyond,
The shells of snails twirling like a galaxy
Made from a mathematical formula
Like a flame trying to become a rose…
He hasn’t talked to anyone today. I haven’t talked to anyone today. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. It’s not that he hasn’t wanted to talk to someone, but he just never had the chance to…
A selection of poems by Maureen N. McLane.
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…
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.
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
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.
Publishing is the Ottoman Empire of industries—no one who’s studied it has any idea how it’s lasted as long as it has. The truth is, from a distribution point of view, the buyer side of publishing is already well within the control of a single monopoly: Amazon.
I grew up in a country where writers were like rock stars. It was the 90s: Norman Mailer-era America was over, had moved on to other things—but in France, you could still see a barely-handsome author on the banner of … Continued
