Yesterday at our lunchtime Sangam House powwow we were talking about how expatriates are often the most enthusiastic advocates for their homeland. We swapped stories about encounters with exuberant, displaced nationals in Turkish restaurants in Berlin and Italian pizzerias in Sao Paulo. Suddenly, Theo popped into my head.
It’s hard to classify Joanna Fuhrman’s poetry. David Shapiro calls it “infra-surrealism” and the press release for her fourth collection Pageant (Alice James Books 2009) defines it as “pop-surrealist lyrical poetry,” but it’s more than that. Unlike a lot of surrealist poetry, Fuhrman’s work actually makes sense.
The idea of curating a show entirely from Post-it notes is so simple that it quietly slipped below my critical radar. The concept alone is very layered and clever, in addition to the fact that the format would serve well in a charitable capacity.
Kevin Barker is a man of many talents, not least among them his mastery of the Telecaster.
Can feminism expand? Can it begin to dispel stereotypes from within and without the movement? The answer, according to Emma Bee Bernstein and Nona Willis Aronowitz’s GirlDrive, is a resounding yes!
In 2007, Aronowitz and Bernstein, friends since they were teenagers, decided to explore what feminism means to the current generation of women. As daughters of well-known feminists (Ellis Willis and Susan Bee, respectively) they grew up with feminism being a household word. Aronowitz and Bernstein desired to step out of their environment into the wider collective.
Community is all the rage. Our networking, political views, practical concerns and random inquires all play out in our online communities. Prior to politics, Barack Obama’s much-analyzed resume was that of a community organizer. The word is the latest love-child of the politically correct gods…
For voracious readers the most satisfying battles are always heralded by the challenge of big books. Let’s call them gigabooks, books that can break their own spine or their readers, books where you lightly taste their first sentence, equally ready to experience sugar or poison.
“We’re not prepared, but we never have been, and we’re still here,” Patti Smith announced as she and Sam Shepard sat down on the two armchairs on the stage of the 92nd Street Y last night, facing the sold-out crowd. They read, in a sort of call-and-response fashion, excerpts from their newest works peppered with some of Smith’s poetry and a couple of pleasantly unrehearsed musical numbers at the end.
Can we get a movie experience that is not double dipped in CGI and blown out to IMAX proportions? For a cinematic barrage of another kind you should check out Nobuhiko Obayashi’s directorial film debut Hausu (House). It’s showing now at IFC through January 26th on a fresh bit of 35mm released by Janus Films. Originally released in 1977, this film is deliciously au courant in its mix of lo-fi complexity found at the core of so much art making today.
Sangam House is a writers residency program just outside of Pondicherry in the southeast Indian state of Tamil Nadu. Up to seven writers at a time—from South Asia and the rest of the world—are invited to live together while they grind out their latest work—stories, poetry, scripts, and all those arrangements of words that don’t fit neatly into any of these categories.