inside traffic east
the good mind of rodney haring
Rodney Haring’s roots in the cultures of the Seneca Nation of Indians and the Haudenosaunee Confederacy inform everything he does…
seeing is believing: spots of time revisited
Mine is just another human story that will, I hope, resonate with you and call to your attention what it means to live in your own skin…
headlights: the first death
It is possible that my wandering outside at night has begun in reaction to my grandfather’s death. For this is the first death…
lloyd cole in conversation
Since the early 80s he’s made the kind of music you only share with the right friends, the ones you know can get it…
the next gyration
The concrete starts pouring as soon as the sun breaks the smoky blue-green bank across the river…
on the value of karl ove knausgaard
I see Knausgaard the Celebrity effacing Knausgaard the Writer, who had so mercilessly exposed Knausgaard the Man–who is, of course, nowhere in sight…
bewilderness: remembering thoreau and becoming an adult
We don’t refer much to Thoreau or Emerson these days, though I think that we are still grappling with their core problem, that is: What does it mean to be a citizen of the United States?
amedeo modigliani: the women and children in his life
Modigliani was the quintessential artist of Montparnasse, that tiny area which seemed to transform the artists who moved there…
are scientists responsible?
We should perhaps first distinguish between science and technology…
profile of the artist: isabelle pelissier
Moved and baffled by the organic nature of the world, Pelissier fell into what she defines as a “self-hypnosis…”
lloyd cole: in his american circumstance
If someone had asked me some years ago to write a piece on Lloyd Cole, I would have imagined sitting in a European cobblestone walk café…
joe mesi: portrait of a boxer
In sports, a “throwback” implies the existence of some gilded past, some magical time when the men all played with broken bones, some lost time when the athletes could drink whiskey all night and then wake up to perform perfectly…
fiction: go like this
That’s how it had always been. We would run out of money, and this is when we stopped, sometimes for months at a time…
to where the gesture flees
Breverman, a professor of art at the University of Buffalo, is in his own right a world-renowned artist, and a simple visit into his studio makes this apparent…