Disfigurements | The Brooklyn Rail
HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE EXPERIENCE OF DISAPPEARING INTO SOMETHING MUCH GREATER THAN YOURSELF? I was born into families in exile, so I learned wherโฆ
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HAVE YOU EVER HAD THE EXPERIENCE OF DISAPPEARING INTO SOMETHING MUCH GREATER THAN YOURSELF? I was born into families in exile, so I learned wherโฆ
If Blind Spot, Teju Coleโs most recent book, is an extension of his work on Instagram, it is only because he uses social media towards that rareโฆ
The Galleria Nazionale, dependent until now on deeply carved historical narratives of 20th century painting and enamored with its canon, has decโฆ
Casts of dried mud dislodged whole from the body, or mummified fragments: Embodied Forms, the first exhibition dedicated to the work of Polish aโฆ
One day while walking down St. Markโs Place with a friend (a bit stoned) at the age of fifteen or so I heard this wild music coming out of a dooโฆ
Where to begin? Where else but the words. The first chapter of Slave Old Man, a small but richly layered, obsessive, lyrical novel written afterโฆ
Lichtensteinโs comparisons often target the American dream. Julius Shulmanโs Case Study House No. 22 (Los Angeles, Calif.) (1960) was intended tโฆ
Imagine the world without poetry. Imagine a world where language is merely functional and transactional. Imagine a day when mankind is intimidatโฆ
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