Interview with the Vampire After the Phantoms of Your Former Self | Anne Rice The Vampire Lestat | Daphné in medieval illuminated manuscript (1407 - 1460) | Ovid Metamorphoses | Sharnush Parsipur Women Without Men | The Tower (Rider-Waite) | La Foudre (Flemish Deck) | Lao Tzu Tao Te Ching | Aesop The Tree and the Reed | Anne Rice Interview with the Vampire | Forugh Farrokhzad Conquest of the Garden | Tree of Life from Palace of Shaki Khans, Azerbaijan | Ron Bechet Transformation | Forugh Farrokhzad Age Seven | Interview with the Vampire In Throws of Increasing Wonder | Interview with the Vampire The Thing Lay Still | Forugh Farrokhzad Window | Bhanu Kapil Humanimal | Emma Donoghue Kissing the Witch
I want to wake up
In the arms of the person
I love
And drink coffee with them
On a balcony
That opens up to a forest
Where the moss
Glows green
In the pouring rain.
We are both
Poets
Or one of us is.
It doesn’t matter to me
What this person does
For a living
Or who they are
Inside gender’s
Hall.
Light a candle, beloved,
And lay me down
On the forest floor.
Am I your queen?
— Bhanu Kapil, "I want to wake up" (The New York Times · May 4, 2023)
i want to tell everything, a tell-all, a kiss and tell, but i don’t know what the everything, the all, the tell is. I want to reveal all the grubby little parts of the experience as it happened. Everything happens so much. The happening never stops. Everything that has happened is still happening. That’s what this little experiment is doing: a textual tongue feeling around the gummed site created by, excavated by, an experience; an imperfect, fumbled translation; some kind of ongoing dance—the what-could-have-been and the what is-right-now, and right-now, and right-now, done badly, without knowing all the steps.
Nel XII secolo Ildegarda di Bingen aveva già visto tutto – le fiamme divampare in ogni dove, l’atmosfera diventare rovente, i mari innalzarsi, la peste infuriare – traducendo poi le sue visioni in una Lingua Ignota in cui profezia e afasia, visione e aberrazione, diventano indistinguibili. Ed è con questa voce che Huw Lemmey – uno degli autori più importanti nel panorama radicale e LGBTQIA+…
'koko' - next generation journal, issue #1, "text/image parergon"
KOKO – Next Generation Journal
Text/Image Parergon
Here is the first thematic “space” of KOKO – The Next Generation Journal, a Shared Campus publication.
Text/Image Parergon explores potentials and challenges in the relations of scriptorial and pictorial signs. How do text and image respectively frame an artefact? Does the combination of both constitute an extended value or merely a supplementary…
What happens when this domestic life grows suspect? When the glass reverts in its granular drag to the subject of architecture: the failure of a house to believe in its occupants?
The Glass Mosque, is expressed with nuance, is documented, and disseminated. The core of this project are the collaborators: visual artist Shahzia Sikander, author Fred Moten, composer Vijay Iyer, and poet Bhanu Kapil, who was there in spirit. They entranced a mighty audience — an intergenerational cross section of writers and artists, musicians and architects, curators and publishers.
The project fails at every instant and you can make a book out of that and I do, in the same time that it takes other people to write their second novel that is optioned by Knopf and which details the world they grew up in, just as I am - detailing - which is to say: scouring/burnishing - the world I grew up in too.
It’s that time of year again – autumn always seems to be the favourite season of writers. Our inner nerd must associate the cooler air and autumn leaves with the wide-open prairies of unused exercise books. And we’re off!
Not that there are as many leaves left to turn orange and fall round here after the summer that we’ve had. Summer: increasingly my least fave season, though this year I did…
I bought a used copy of Humanimal for my class and it came heavily annotated and gosh it’s so frustrating because I really want to be able to just take this text in raw and untouched, but I’m constantly having to look over the black marker bleeding into every page and I kind of hate it