On Shirley Jackson and Staying Inside
The malcontents of quarantine life—especially for women—recall other forms of domestic confinement, from self-inflicted agoraphobia to endless household drudgery.
Must Different Always Mean Marginal?
For Black people, the opportunity to explore and indulge non-racial angst is a sacred but not always convenient or respected imperative.
Grime was doing something with, and to, the lived sociality of Tower Hamlets, Newham, and other eastern boroughs in the early 2000s.
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
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.
Women of Color have used speculative and science fiction as genres of expression, overcoming the oppressive structures that incarcerate our realities
“There is Almost Not an Interval”: Composing in Steinian Time
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.
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.
Letters on Ashon Crawley’s The Lonely Letters
Each letter is a flexing, embodied interweaving of queer theory, Black studies, music, eros, intellect, art, friendship, religion, body, breath
Silent, Still, Singing, Still: Two Poets in Chorus
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.