Chimes: A Monologue – Tom Cole
Cole writes debasement and forfeiture with barbed ease. The power of being powerless, of succumbing to whatever comes along. It’s not defeatist because there is no template of success or failure.
[Whitmore] wrote a classic queer book that has fortunately been given a new life and retains all its powerful weirdness
Copi upends all, like an escape artist wriggling free of narrative’s straitjacket.
I have been asking myself this a lot lately, of my past year: What genre am I in? Is this horror? A tragedy? A comedy? All of it?