Essays

How to Not Solve Romantic Love

by

What is genuine love? What is manufactured love? Is there even any sense in distinguishing the two?

You’ve Changed – Pyae Moe Thet War 

by

In this sensitively observed collection, the freedom to define oneself is achieved not only through the rebellion against cultural constraints, but also the embrace of the provisional nature of identity.

I, ©

by

No one can truly count on not ending up a montage of old photos, accompanied by piano music, a Hollywood voiceover, or a share button.

There’s Something Dangerous in ‘Antisemitism Studies’

by

The rest of the academic world has left the subject behind because we, ostensibly, already have institutes and authors to cover this subject. This situation is not inevitable, but only the result of the political right staking their claim to the subject of antisemitism.

Must Different Always Mean Marginal?

by

For Black people, the opportunity to explore and indulge non-racial angst is a sacred but not always convenient or respected imperative.

Desiring Beyond the Impasse

by

Instead of approaching these works as cautionary tales that invite us to be grateful for what we have, we could read them as a reflection of a violent landscape of desire.

Two Views on Encounter and Impasse

by

Because humanity in the flesh is prohibited within it, the DMZ as a domain not only compels but also in a sense, in its current state, requires speculation.

“There is Almost Not an Interval”: Composing in Steinian Time

by

Stein’s process moves in a way that creates an artifice of ambiguity and forms a structure that can reconfigure infinitely. There is a disruptive function to her use of repetition, a disorienting pulse.

Nonfiction’s Liquid State

by

To the reading eye, a solid block of text suggests a takeover. It demands immersion. It may not be easy to find your place once you look up from the page. It reminds us of the body’s limits.

Silent, Still, Singing, Still: Two Poets in Chorus

by

Look closely, and all things seem to have been touched by someone’s pain—all things optical, chemical, mechanical. Everything blossoms in destruction, everything is a deathly flower.