The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
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The author of Mother of God discusses the limitations of realism, Frank Bidart, and the anguished duality of shame.
Standing in the wreckage of these spaces unlocks a sensation people often crave, but can’t name.
It’s an imagined past, a pastoral imaginary, an alternate timeline in the multiverse.
“Bird,” he cried, “I come on behalf of the emperor. Your voice is all anyone speaks of.”
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author of The Exhibition of Persephone Q on navigating the early internet, the absence of ambition, and identity crises both large and small.
The NBA halftime show is a kind of Trojan horse—a secret, strange venue for performance art, hidden at the centre of one of our most mainstream entertainment juggernauts.
Talking to the Destroyer singer-songwriter about his new album, Have We Met, writing as an act of inspiration, and being a musician in middle age.
I have begun to obsess about this one kiss. A kiss. What the hell difference would a kiss make?
The author of Reverse Cowgirl on autofiction, an uneasy relation to place, and languages of sexuality.