Love as a Verb
An anarchist reads bell hooks
Far from being a capitulation to liberal sentimentalism, a politics rooted in love may in fact be a revolutionary weapon as powerful as any bomb or barricade.
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To Be a Poet, Open Your Eyes
An homage to William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams is often sidelined as a poet’s poet for modernist snobs. In fact, he was a social poet whose democratic art was for the people.
Bloodless Board Games, Covert Colonialisms
On the imperial gaze in tabletop gaming
We ignore the propaganda potential of board games at our peril. At bottom it's a question of agency.
No Such Thing as a Way Out
Krasznahorkai’s Chasing Homer portrays humanity at the end of history
Krasznahorkai employs an almost cubist prose—we are somehow given the inside of a narrator’s mind from every angle at once.
The whirlwind is sown.
But the sowers are dead.
And it is ours to reap.
We Were All Palestinians, Weren’t We?
The view from Palestine on Israel’s new protest movement
Our reporter talks to Israelis and Palestinians alike, amid Israel's biggest-ever protests.
From Issue 3
A Specter Hangs Over the Hamptons Couch
Inside the Outsider Art fair
On perusing the obscene spectacle of the Outsider Art Fair, a communist declares: abolish the art market!
Genesis
A short story
“But you’re still alive ain’t ya?” A story of North Carolina.
Great minds are not like ordinary people; theydo not wash socks or remember birthdays.They see clear through one aspect of the world, socks and all. The aspect furls and stretches like a catbaked in sunlight. Or molten glasspulled like hot caramel in cool stone hands. I have known three Great...
