Another Hydra that we all know is the menacing blood-soaked drug war being fought by the feral heads of Mexico's drug cartels. Over decades of vicious warfare and splintering corruption, other heads have sprouted within the monstrous writhing of the drug industry: queenpins, smuggling fashion models, and the so-called "narca".
When Shaquille O’Neal first entered the NBA, way back in ’92, his reputation for aggressive hardwood domination and monstrous dunks preceded him from LSU. It seems that it is the same wherever he goes. Last Friday his debut as art curator through the Flag Art Foundation with the show Size Does Matter shows that
I'm New Here is primarily spoken, sung, and told in the first-person--and when it's delivered in third-person, it feels as if Scott-Heron is looking at himself from afar. Interludes catching Scott-Heron off-guard in candid moments help to paint a picture of raw personal confession; I couldn't help but attributing the statements to his own
Ezra Pound’s radical poetics have had claimants and followers as far ranging as Bunting to Ginsberg, and Zukofsky to Creeley and Olson. The experimental Pound has usually found a welcome abode among experimentalists. But his heirs are not entirely literary — and often not exactly clear about how they claim lineage to Pound, or
Giordano Filippo Bruno, that implacable figure, had vagabonded across the face of Europe before he was arrested, imprisoned, inquisitioned, and burned at the stake for multiple heresies against the doctrines of the Church. It took eight years for the trial to end with his execution. But Bruno's mystique continues unabated.
Francesca Woodman was an entrancingly talented photographer who, at 22, made the decision to jump out the window of her New York studio. Her death has always been a mystery to me–most have attributed it to inconsolable depression over a break up, but this always seemed like such a wayward excuse–a way for adults
Bastard child of video art and net art; egalitarian in its accessibility; pop in its sensibility; dadaist in its nihilistic bricolage. Youtube!
A meditation on Olivier Messiaen's "Quartet for the End of Time".
The Tiger's Eye was a magazine that existed for nine issues in the late 1940s. Attempting to break the conventional model of the common arts/culture little magazine which the founders of Tiger's Eye believed stultified the arts by publishing some poems, some stories, some critique, and sometimes some art, without replicating the experience of
How have we “framed” history up until now? Where did we start and where do we perceive its end? Mike said an interesting thing to me: he said that the current culture of apocalypse is only due to the West’s awareness of its declining status on the world stage. We think, well, if the
