In the water, the rocks were a dozen colors, ochre to a bruised orange, purple to brick, dusky green to leaden blue, moss-tinged yellows—and all these eclipsed with flashes of sky ricocheting off the surface. These boulders and stones were …
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Wir sagen uns Dunkles
—Paul Celan
It began so quietly that no one could hear it.
How to begin a story that can never be told? For a long time, I started to tell the story by not telling …
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[The abject] is simply a frontier, a repulsive gift that the Other, having become alter ego, drops so that the “I” does not disappear in it but finds, in that sublime alienation, a forfeited existence.
—Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: …
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Reflections on the anniversary of the
Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882
When we were kids, my American-born siblings and I didn’t know the truth behind my father’s citizenship. He kept his immigration history an ironclad secret. We accused him …
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“Well, it was a sort of bet,” recalled Tom Phillips, decades later. “I was in a furniture shop with a friend, R. B. Kitaj, another artist, and I said, ‘the first book I can find for threepence, I will work …
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Early in the pandemic, those of us raising school-aged children found them suddenly everywhere, all the time, closer than they’d been since infancy. It was as if my oldest child’s dark prophecy had come true: at five, after learning she’d …
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Carrie Mae Weems’s 1997 photograph series Not Manet’s Type presents a series of nude self-portraits accompanied by text. The fourth image in the sequence shows Weems’s reflection in a round mirror sitting up in bed, partially covered in black lace …
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