Readings

I'm sorry you were offended, and in my time of growth, I hope you will graciously allow me to move on with my life.

A mirthful reaction masks an experience that's much closer to facing your own mortality.

Talking with the author of The Well-Dressed Wound about the appeal of evil, the sexual proclivities of cereal mascots, and how much fucking there must have been during the Civil War.

This month, time catches up to Marty McFly. But instead of worrying about the projections in the film that have come true, we complain about the electronic devices we can't buy.

The singer, who died on October 21, 2003, always maintained that he loved making his music, even as his music usually claimed that he didn't love much at all.

Who gets to keep the record that everyone is so bored making?

Margaret visits the Hazlitt Studio to talk about The Heart Goes Last, the prison industrial complex, and the market for furniture you could fuck.

Butoh dancer Moe Yamamoto's notebook is a document of sustained transition.