Aidt perceives with great clarity the intricacies of relationships, not just romantic or sexual, though they are prominent, and she does it with an apparent cool distance.

Sing to me the beginning of all things.

I didn’t want to provide my reader with the solace of a comfortable laugh. I think the best laughs are ones we feel guilty about indulging in.

Mature Themes searches for pieces of people in the streaming media as if panning for gold.

Aidt perceives with great clarity the intricacies of relationships, not just romantic or sexual, though they are prominent, and she does it with an apparent cool distance.

Mature Themes searches for pieces of people in the streaming media as if panning for gold.

A big octopus shows up and helps them, but the volcano is undeterred and continues moving forward.

It is a melodic text rife with images of hollowed canoes and mist-enveloped mountains.

I didn’t want to provide my reader with the solace of a comfortable laugh. I think the best laughs are ones we feel guilty about indulging in.

Hemingway once explained: There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. If that is the case, then there was much blood shed in this barn.

The questionnaire punctures the bravado of the manifesto, which is such a singular, almost bold, optimistic doctrine or document. The questionnaire allows room for doubt, ambivalence, dissent, and debate.

We went to Occupy Wall Street to affect people. What we did on Wall Street didn’t solve any problems. But it was effective. We weren’t just protesting financiers. We were also trying to calm everyone down

On Jungian shadows, Elena Ferrante, THE BABADOOK, and the sinister side of motherhood.

Whereas early blues and country artists were subsumed under the mythology of their genre, rock was about individual stardom from the outset. Where do Dylan & Springsteen stand in relation to their progenitors?

In 2014 our features writers tackled topics ranging from police ontology to Bowie fandom to the pitiful lack of diversity in contemporary publishing.

Next month, Full Stop turns four years old. Our first call for donations and a preview of what’s to come.

Sing to me the beginning of all things.

Pop music is instead the soup we swim in, the fabric of your genes brushing on your knees.

Is a place an object? Is a building? If I cannot go there anymore, have I lost it? Is the experience of loss, in that it is always a losing of some thing, to objectify? If I am lost without it do I become an object myself?

Was it in fact Warhol who wrote the Great American Novel?