What does anybody know about Irmgard Keun? Failed actress, encouraged by Alfred Döblin to write. A darling of […]
Category Archive: essay[s]
A Thursday night like any other. My eyes are tired but no more so than usual. I brush […]
Every century produces its monuments to exhaustion. The modern and postmodern twentieth century had Ulysses and Finnegans Wake, […]
In 1998, I watched Mark Calaway hurl Mick Foley from the roof of a 16-foot-high cage. It was […]
I live in possession of the feeling that a great, soft rain is just beyond my reach. Growing […]
(On a Marxist poet, the Indian New Wave, biography, space, time and the ghosts of knowledge) (Ranbir Kaleka, […]
It was the woolgathering, of course, the preoccupation with non-human things, the interest in the wrong place… What […]
Music as a Brass Bell falling into the Sea Before she left, you thought you’d understood music. But […]
from Alphabet with Dance of Death, Hans Holbein the Younger Chronically cash-strapped, the Emperor [Maximilian I] stimulated […]
The train brakes, pitching my back into the seat’s plush upright. Neither wholly asleep nor awake, I occupy […]
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