Prehistoric Times – Eric Chevillard
What is fifty thousand years, really, in the context of the universe?
What I’m writing now is meant as nothing more than a love letter to a filmmaker who I never sought out, but who has emerged at unexpected moments, and whose films have woven themselves into my life in ways I could never have predicted.
A Few Too Many Words About Cats and The Internet
The cat video film festival is another case of something that is not particularly interesting, but raises some interesting issues.
I am never sure what it is exactly that makes Chekhov’s former Moscow apartment so entrancing. Maybe the answer is not in the aura, but in the stuff itself: the pens and blankets and desks and hardwood floors.
Letter Not About Elections, 5/23/2012
Shklovsky’s theories are rewarding for those trying to articulate to themselves what art is supposed to do and why it is important.
Maybe this is, in fact, our contemporary condition: to want exactly what everyone has always wanted and at the same time to undercut the validity of wanting that thing.
An ostentatious show of power and control has led to a breathtaking graffiti project that has now completely taken over concrete surfaces with murals that function to erase walls by simply painting through them.
With ArabLit, Qualey hoped she would bring Arabic literature to a broad group of people who had potentially never even thought about Arabic literature before.
The Ruins of Us – Keija Parssinen
A novel about place written for people who are not from that place.
While Pussy Riot embody an emphatic rejection of all the entrenched systems of power so long in place, the Buranovskiye Babushki, a group of singing grandmothers, might be the most comforting possible pop sensation.