I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. – T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock I spend a lot of time thinking about death. From an early age: death beds, obsessions with film […]
“I like when people are really frank about what’s going on with them.” For Hazlitt, Emily Keeler interviews Leanne Shapton about malaise, reckoning with the dead self, and swimming. Roxane Gay at the Virigina Quarterly Review on a label rarely offered in kindness. Heroines, Heroines, Heroines, Heroines. Heroines! “Whoever said that, Luck is a residue […]
We’re putting together a new PRINT book, and we want your writing. Read below, and click here to submit. ABSTRACT: If we look closely, the folded space of desire—which only seems to be a sub-category of paraphilia—appears all around us. It’s the remainder when our more conventional libidinal options are exhausted; the vast and largely unexplored space […]
Easily the greatest MST3K ever made. And here it is in full.
In high school, I was part of a claustral group of serious, intense people who made each other laugh with complicated in-jokes and autobiographical comic strips, who researched and amassed thick spiral-bound notebooks full of pictures of musicians we intended to have sex with, and we all hung out at an off-off-brand dollar store (Dollar […]
