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Oct 8, 2019
Mayukh Sen Survival Food

The canon of food cinema feels rigid and inflexible, as if in dire need of a rewrite. Our greatest food films may be in hiding.

Sep 24, 2019
Quinn Latimer Muscle Beach

This is not another essay about Kathy Acker. It’s about the body and language, reps and repetition—about writing’s relationship to the refrain, what is recited, the reps of language and the rhythms of temporality, its tempos and time signatures, its rush.

Sep 10, 2019
Sam Stephenson Feeling Nowhere

“I once fucked Jesse Helms and it was the worst sex I’ve ever had.” Perry Farrell muttered that line into the microphone on stage midway through a show at the University of North Carolina’s Memorial Hall on Tuesday, November 13, 1990.

Aug 27, 2019
Adrian Matejka You Occupy Everything

Like the best memories, poems situate us in the secret moments of our lives before unfolding with surprise. Like the best love songs, poems force us to reconsider our internal geographies.

Jul 30, 2019
Ben Ratliff We Are an Instrument

When it came out in October 2018, the violist Kim Kashkashian’s recording of Bach’s Cello Suites seemed to be the best record I had heard that year. It has improved with time. It seems to be the best record I’ve heard in my life.

Jul 16, 2019
Jamieson Webster The Psychoanalysis of Panic

This whole dream is some elaboration of a meme I saw on Instagram before going to bed where a woman hands a man a fish, and he asks for a plastic bag, and she says, “it’s already inside.”