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Americorps: Relief on the Cheap

Americorps, which began with such promise, has become a tool of the austerity agenda.

Printing Out the Internet: The Novel in the Age of Small Phones

Our fiction — great mirror that it should be —- stares down the reader’s demands as to contemporary realism. Three recent novels — Night Film, Zadie Smith’s NW, and Tao Lin’s Taipei — are called on to catch up, or gracefully decline to keep pace at all.

Why ‘Liking’ Science Matters

Aesthetic beauty, or its opposite, plays seemingly no role in the strict objectivity of scientific discourse. Art invents, science discovers. And yet, this is of course not really true at all.

Whispers of end times on the London tube

Our anticipation of the coming catastrophe leaks from the walls, gasping with the skidding wheels of the passing trains that shift us, lumpen, from platform to platform.

Fires of Siberia

Teaching creative writing, my largest fear is fantasy.

The Dissolution of Philly Schools

The immediate question was whether what remained after the thousands of cuts could really be considered schools.

Penny, n. (poetic play, played out in prose)

When a writer repeats words and phrases, they can break away form the usual way someone reads a word and make language have a different kind of emotional weight.

Pessimism of the Intellect, Optimism of the Will… or something like that

The fantasy that cultural and political engagement is a gift bestowed upon the poor by often white and rich benefactors is characteristic of the all-consuming culture of gentrification, and the prevalent ideology of supply-side economics.

The Case for Writers to Play Video Games

Many people seem happy to think of writing as something that, if simply practiced enough, can be perfected — or even worse, they think of writing as a job. But here’s one piece of advice I haven’t come across in my perusal of readily available resources: play video games.

Snaps of America

The whiskey we drank, the sunflower seeds we ate and spat, the places we slept: all make it into the digital backlog forming behind us, a froth of pixels left in our wake.