May 19, 2017

weekend links: RuPaul, Femme Frontera, Rocket from the Tombs and Pere Ubu

RuPaulRuPaul in 1979. Image courtesy The Atlantic and Tom Hill/WireImage/Getty.

RuPaul Charles has worked for many years to bring drag into mainstream culture. Here, he discusses how drag was and continues to be a political statement, reminding us of the importance of RuPaul’s Drag Race in the age of Trump. [The Atlantic]

Master of None is back, and you’ve probably already burned through the season, so we don’t have to tell you that it’s good. If you haven’t checked it out yet, get on it—and keep your hand on your phone, because you’ll want to Shazam the soundtrack. (Personal Shazams include Ryan Paris, Will Powers, Edoardo Vianello, and Timmy Thomas). [Pitchfork]

A new Botticelli exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston features a painting of the goddess Venus that few have seen. This painting, Venus, was painted after his best-known work, The Birth of Venus. Take a look at Venus without the shell. [NPR]

Are you tired of using the same old boring colors in your artwork? Scientist Janelle Shane tried to teach a program how to choose appropriate color names for 7,700 RGB combinations. The computer almost learned to name colors correctly, but the descriptors are like nothing you’d ever see in a box of crayons. Stanky Bean, anyone? [Ars Technica]

The Guggenheim is restoring its first Web Art commission. “Brandon” was completed in 1999. The interactive Web Art is based on the rape and murder of Brandon Teena, a 21-year-old trans man in Humboldt, Nebraska. His story is best known from the film, Boys Don’t Cry, and it’s as tragic now as it was then. [Hyperallergic]

Angie Reza Tures, a 36-year-old filmmaker from El Paso is the creator of an all-female filmmaking collective called the Femme Frontera. The collective is planning on holding filmmaking workshops for young women. The collective creates films about women and immigration, by women and immigrants, hoping to create more opportunities for underrepresented women in the film industry. [Texas Monthly]

Thor Harris, one of Austin’s most beloved musicians, has a new column up at Talkhouse, in which he discusses “how to proceed in the face of crushing disappointment.” His advice columns are always appreciated, whether it be instruction on how to get along on tour or how to punch a Nazi in the face, and we look forward to gleaning his gems of wisdom on a regular basis. [Talkhouse]

This weekend, punk legends Rocket from the Tombs and Pere Ubu are coming to Austin courtesy of Super Secret Records, who book the always amazing Austin Jukebox series. Rocket from the Tombs plays tonight and Pere Ubu plays tomorrow; both shows start at 8 and are $5 at the door. (No presales—go early!) Catch an interview with David Thomas, frontman for both bands, and brush up on the history of these seminal bands. [Austin Chronicle]

—Sean Redmond and Natalie Walrath

May 12, 2017

weekend links: I Love Dick, Anicka Yi, woodblock witches

Duncan Grant, "Bathing" (1911)Duncan Grant, Bathing (1911)

The Handmaid’s Tale showed us that great fiction makes for great television. Now an even unlikelier story is coming to TV: Chris Kraus’s I Love Dick. Jill Soloway, creator of Transparent, is bringing the unflinchingly sexual memoir to the screen, and it stars, of all people, Kevin Bacon and Kathryn Hahn. Get excited. [The Ringer]

Cartoonist Matt Furie killed off the ubiquitous Pepe the Frog this week after deciding his reputation could no longer be salvaged from its racist reputation. Unfortunately, a comic book character may die but a meme can live forever. [Comic Book Resources]

Never underestimate the power of statues: as a sanction of what is worth commemorating, a testament to strength and ideals. All the better that New Orleans continues to tear down its Confederate icons. So long, Jefferson Davis, and good riddance. [The Washington Post]

Anicka Yi’s new solo exhibition at the Guggenheim Museum invites patrons to experience her work “nose first.” The exhibition features perfumes and scents made by Yi to create a truly immersive sensory experience. [The New York Times]

What do woodblocks and witches have in common? Quite a bit, apparently: the rise of the art form occurred concurrently with the emergence of the witch and helped spread fear throughout Europe. It also led to our contemporary conception of the witch, complete with pointy hats and broomsticks. [The Public Domain Review]

Howard Jacobson is the author of Pussy, the first Trump-era novel. The novel will be released later this month. Jacobson describes his book as a fairy tale and a satire, meant to resonate with readers not only in the United States but around the world. [The Atlantic]

Junot Díaz talks to Samuel Delaney about his essay “Ash Wednesday,” his reputation as a “sex radical,” and Charles Lum’s documentary Secret Santa Sex Party. For those unfamiliar, let this be the introduction you’ve been waiting for to Delaney’s important work. [Boston Review]

Tate Britain has opened a new exhibit that attempts to chronicle 100 years of queer British art, from 1861-1967. Consider how attitudes have changed and reevaluate your historical perspective by examining some of the pieces from this ambitious collection. [Hyperallergic]

The Library of Congress held a disco-themed party to celebrate Gloria Gaynor’s 1979 hit “I Will Survive” being added to the Library’s National Recording Registry.  Gaynor performed the song inside the library-turned-discotheque earlier this week. “I Will Survive” was and continues to serve as an anthem for people of all walks of life, especially the LGBT community. [NPR]

The popular Texas burger chain Whataburger announced a poetry contest earlier this month. The contest is in celebration of National Burger Month, with winners receiving free Whataburger for a year. Whatadeal! [Texas Monthly]

—Sean Redmond and Natalie Walrath

April 20, 2017

things we like: Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever

The French Press

Living in Austin, it’s easy to take music for granted. SXSW is less of a party and more of a reason to get out of town and make some money renting out your house or apartment. Sure, if you wait in line at the Spotify House on a Tuesday afternoon you might get to see a big-name artist for free, but whatever. Bands come through here all the time. The only act I planned to see at SXSW this year was Royal Trux, who were supposed to play at the Levitation festival last May. I thought that would be my only opportunity to see them. Luckily, I was given a second chance.

While waiting to see Royal Trux perform, I stumbled onto a band called Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever, or Rolling Blackouts C.F. (a lousy name, but at least it fits on a poster). The band’s soaring guitar lines recalled the best of ’80s jangle pop, infused with a power pop edge and a hint of wistfulness that you typically only find in bands from Australia or New Zealand. As I watched them tear through a series of songs from last year’s Talk Tight and the just-released French Press EP, I was filled with excitement and enthusiasm I thought I’d long since outgrown. Turns out a good band is still exciting to see live, provided it’s a) Royal Trux or b) from another country.

I kid. But there’s a sound from that part of the world that you don’t hear too often in bands from the States. Think The Go-Betweens meets The Clean, with a mix of The Feelies thrown in. I’m a sucker for that sound—Salad Boys, Twerps, Chook Race, you name it—but Rolling Blackouts C.F. stand out even in that talented crowd. The band’s pop hooks are clean, clear, and catchy: songs like “Heard You’re Moving” and “Sick Bug” have singalong choruses that give them the extra oomph of memorability. The latter song especially packs a punch that sets the band apart from its peers: having listened to it about 50 times now, I can confidently say it lies on just the right side of annoying.

The French Press, the band’s latest release, doesn’t so much develop the band’s sound as expand it, taking clear guitar melodies and expansive, mid-tempo grooves and pushing them into more mellow territory. Talk Tight was a decidedly upbeat affair; The French Press is less so, although no less pop-oriented. The title track opens the EP with a five-and-a-half-minute jam, making it the band’s longest song (and also one of its best, if, like me, you appreciate a more-is-more approach to a good rhythm). “Julie’s Place” breezes by at a comparatively short three minutes (its brisk guitar makes it feel even quicker), and ”Sick Bug” rounds out side A with its awkward-but-charming fist-pumping chant.

On side B, the band slides slowly into rumination, moving from the bright but forgettable “Colours Run” to the nostalgic pastiche of “Dig Up” before settling into the dusty “Fountain of Good Fortune,” a minor-key jam with dazzling guitarwork and a haunting chorus: Holding on to my own, burn it down when I’m gone, holding on to my own, holding on. Spoken-word asides, crooning harmonies, and tinkling piano are subtle details that push the song from good to great, and it resonates in a way that’ll leave you singing after the record stops. Clocking in at five minutes sharp, the album ends the way it begins, with a strong, sophisticated song that isn’t afraid to stretch out while flexing its pop muscle.

Although it only has six songs, The French Press is an early 2017 favorite; if you combine it with Talk Tight, you’d have one hell of a full-length debut. If this Melbourne band comes through the streets of your town, don’t pass on the chance to see it. You never know if you’ll get another. (Album available via Sub Pop)

—Sean Redmond

April 14, 2017

Notice of error regarding Issue 7

Due to an oversight in the editorial process, we did not include artist Este Puerta in our list of featured artists on the back cover of our spring/summer 2017 issue, nor did we include her bio in the list of featured artists. We apologize sincerely for this mistake, and we include it below.

Este Puerta was born in Colombia and raised in Boston. She has lived in Vermont on and off for the past 10 years with interludes of traveling around North and South America doing street performance and activist work. She is currently an MFA candidate in painting and printmaking at the Yale School of Art. 


April 7, 2017

Spring Lit Roundup 2017

Homesick for Another World

Homesick for Another World
by Ottessa Moshfegh
Publication Date: January 17, 2017
Publisher: Penguin Press

Homesick for Another World collects Ottessa Moshfegh’s short stories from the past five years, many of which were published with The Paris Review. The 2013 winner of that journal’s prestigious Plimpton Prize, her work appeared so frequently that I began to think of her as the Paris Review house writer, and her tales of misanthropic decadence and self-loathing shaped my impression of it as a bastion of casually brilliant writing, cynical and unfazed by all the grotesqueries of human existence. The Paris Review was La Dolce Vita of the literary world and Moshfegh was its Maddalena, a disenchanted socialite in dark sunglasses, hiding a black eye.

Moshfegh’s characters are all hiding black eyes: they all nurse psychic wounds that manifest in their attitudes and behaviors. “Bettering Myself,” the Plimpton Prize winner and the first story in this collection, features an SAT-prep teacher who sleeps in a cardboard box in her classroom. She refers to her students as “dummies” and fudges all of their test scores, drinks heavily, snorts coke, and nonchalantly harasses her ex-husband. She thinks about quitting her job, but tears up her letter of resignation. The story ends. All of Moshfegh’s stories unfold this way. Each sets the scene in intricate detail, introduces its characters, and follows them through their crudely bandaged-together lives. Major life events are more or less ignored, minor pleasures greeted with rapture, and impossible fantasies chased after with utmost sincerity. A teenager with a lazy eye moves out to Hollywood to become an actor. A graphic designer lives in a slum but owns a thousand-dollar coat, then trades it away for a ratty ottoman. For good measure, his apartment burns down. Not everyone will relate to these stories, but Moshfegh captures the broke, disillusioned, and dejected Millenial perspective better than anyone. When it takes all of your energy just to stay afloat, every bizarre hope, every momentary pleasure seems as valuable as anything else. If owning a house is an unrealistic dream, why not spend 1,000 dollars on a coat? As someone who bought three scarves last month but neglected to pay his student loans, I sympathize.

Moshfegh is sometimes compared to Flannery O’Connor, and she does offer a similar portrayal of idiosyncratic characters searching for meaning in an abject world. But Moshfegh isn’t looking for a savior, and she’s not concerned with the turpitude of our collective sins. Her characters do not strive for moral goodness. ”I love my characters, but I don’t like them,” Moshfegh says. “I don’t love them like family. I love them like spirits that haunt me. They’re just there, and I have to accept them.”

The reader may not. Many of the narrators are offensive—”No Place for Good People” offers a particularly egregious example—and taken back to back, the persistently bleak perspective can be trying (although there are ample doses of humor throughout, and some stories, like “The Weirdos,” are very funny.) If we accept literature’s role in fostering empathy for our fellow man, Moshfegh’s stories, in their own strange way, succeed. Her characters are not bad people, but for reasons that we are only able to guess at, they are unable to function properly in society. Explanations are both obvious and unnecessary.

At her best, Moshfegh goes beyond the dull ache of apathetic disregard and, removing the sunglasses, reveals the dark wound at the heart of her characters’ troubles. In “Mr. Wu,” she powerfully captures the contradictions of a lonely man’s desires and fears, pushing the reader through ever-deepening layers of unease. ”Slumming,” a 2016 O. Henry Prize winner, explores the heartache of small-town America’s meth problem, juxtaposing the life of a self-destructive visitor with the misery of the town’s permanent residents who are unable to escape the city’s economic plight and the foreshortened horizons that come with it. ”He always hid his shame and self-loathing under an expression of shame and self-loathing,” Moshfegh writes of one of her characters. “Always acting, even then.” At the nexus of the paradox lies Moshfegh’s keen insight and clever wit, shining like a morbid smile under the weight of the world’s misery.

—Sean Redmond


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April 6, 2017

Spring Poetry Roundup 2017


by Dalton Day
Publication Date: January 20, 2017
Publisher: Fog Machine

Dalton Day’s new book Interglacials is a collection of abstract dream-letters that chronicle the various stages of distance and longing between two people. Without clear plot or continuity, the reader is invited along for short glimpses into the dreamscape that comprises the relationship between the narrator and the addressee. The poems take form as short paragraphs, often filling up only half of a page.

The symbols, as well as one of the dreams, repeat: dogs, hair, lakes, trees, birds, eggs, horses, etc. The first scene takes place in a zoo as the narrator and their partner try to reconnect. They arrive at separate ends of the zoo and meet in front of an empty exhibit. They introduce themselves.

At times, the narrator and the addressee are close. In “Cowboy Something,” Day writes, “One day, we try & lasso cattle. But you catch me with your rope instead & you swear that this is an accident & I don’t believe you but I don’t care we are holding hands now & we are looking at all those beautiful animals & all their terrifying parts.”

At other points in the book, there is animosity and distance. On the first page of part three, Day writes, “I hate you & you hate me & we spend all our time trying to sabotage each other. You set all of my parrots free even though their wings are clipped & they are defenseless.” There is an unspoken war taking place between the narrator and the addressee, prompted by the frustration of distance and the struggle to reach a place of closeness once again.

The potential for reconnection is reached only once the partners escape their human forms. In the end, the addressee becomes a ray of light in which the narrator floats forever as a blissful speck of dust. The narrator unfolds as a map and shows the addressee their life, lying visibly before them.

The repetition of symbols and the uncertainty of what exactly is going on both brought to mind Azareen Van der Oloomis’s novel Fra Keeler, in which the narrator returns over and over to the phone, the mailman, the canyon, and the yurt. But with Day’s book it is the dogs, the bodies of water, the trees. If Interglacials were any longer, it would run the risk of exhausting its intriguing yet limited imagery. However, at a modest 60 pages, each containing only a paragraph, Day’s text manages to provide us with just enough exposure to its dreamscape to leave us fully immersed, its images haunting us weeks after we close the book.

Shy Watson


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March 27, 2017

Spring/Summer 2017 Issue Release

Issue 7

Our spring/summer 2017 issue has arrived, and we are excited to celebrate with release parties in Chicago, Austin, and Philadelphia. The new issue features interviews and new work from the following artists:

Courtney Allen
jasper avery
Lauren Ball
Tara Bhattacharya Reed
Michael Brown Jr.
Karma R. Chavez
Monica Claesson
Andrew Cothren
Ryan Thayer Davis
Adrienne Dawes
Dalton Day
Maribel Falcón
Forced Into Femininity
Vanessa Marie Gonzalez
ena ganguly
Chitah Daniels Kennedy
Caroline Larsen
Jakob Maier
Sangram Majumdar
Anna Meister
Wendy C. Ortiz
Jose Padilla
Shannon Perri
Este Puerta
Anna Rimoch
Isabelle Rose
Tammie Rubin
sam sax
ir’ene lara silva
Jesus I. Valles
Xiaoyan Zhao

The Chicago release party will take place on March 30 at 8 pm at Cafe Mustache, located at 2313 N. Milwaukee Avenue. The event will feature the debut performance of ONOMAT, a new project from members of ONO, who were featured in our sixth issue. The event will also include readings from Lauren Ball, whose poetry is featured in our new issue, and Daniela Olszewska; video from artist Danielle Campbell and a performance from artist Sarah Squirm; and music from Spa Moans and Forced Into Femininity, who is featured in a profile in the new issue. There is a $5-$10 suggested donation.

Please visit the Facebook event page for more information

The Austin release is co-presented by Antumbrae Intermedia Events & Installations, whose curator, Tara Bhattacharya Reed, is featured in an interview in the new issue. The event will take place on March 31 at First Street Studio, located at 2400 E. Cesar Chavez Street. The event features readings from authors Dalton Day, Shannon Perri, and ir’ene lara silva; all three have work in the new issue, and an interview with ir’ene lara silva is featured as well. Doors open at 6:30, and readings will begin at 7:15. An intermission will take place from 8:00-8:30, followed by a performance by Berlin-based experimental composer Arnold Dreyblatt. The readings are free, and tickets to Arnold Dreyblatt’s performance are $10. Complimentary beverages will be provided by Hops & Grain.

Please visit the Facebook event page for more information

We hope that our Chicago and Austin fans will be able to join us for these special occasions. Philadelphia fans, stay tuned for more information on a release party in your city as well. Readers will be able to purchase copies of the new issue at Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million, and independent bookstores across the U.S., and in select stores internationally in the coming weeks, as well as here at our website. You may also subscribe now to receive both this year’s issues.

Thank you, as always, for your support. We look forward to celebrating with you!

March 24, 2017

weekend links: Dana Schutz, drone art, Mayan hip-hop

Tauba AuerbachTauba Auerbach, Tetrachromat (2012). Photograph by Helene Toresdotter. Image courtesy Paula Cooper Gallery, New York/Artsy.

The curators of this year’s Whitney Biennial sought to embrace the political; unsurprisingly, they now find themselves in the midst of controversy. Several artists have signed a letter requesting the destruction of Dana Schutz’s Open Casket, which depicts an image of the slain Emmett Till. Many find the work to be problematic, and this article explains some of the reasons why. [New Republic]

Matthew Israel’s new book The Big Picture: Contemporary Art in 10 Works by 10 Artists hopes to distill the last 20 years of art trends into one clear presentation. The list has all the names you’d expect—Olafur Eliasson, Ai Weiwei, Ryan Trecartin, Marina Abramović, Kara Walker—but with only 10, there’s plenty of room for discussion. [Artsy]

Catch up with Claudia Rankine as she discusses the current state of her New York-based project the Racial Imaginary Institute. [ArtForum]

Though not a new phenomenon, librarians are spearheading educational programs and new curriculum to combat the normalization of fake news. [VICE]

In 1917 Marcel Duchamp showcased his porcelain urinal—arguably, the most famous conceptual artwork. Now, 100 years later, with Nigel Gifford’s new edible drone, tech startup initiatives are perhaps creating the newest pieces of conceptual art. [The Atlantic]

Chuck Berry passed away last Saturday, and with that comes the realization that Elvis was unrightfully crowned the king of rock & roll. Here’s a rare look at Berry’s early start and his contribution to the genre. [Rolling Stone]

Balam Ajpu talks about using hip-hop to teach a new generation about Mayan traditions and on getting people to say sacred words instead of just “hello” and “party.” [Guernica]

—Katie Lauren Bruton and Sean Redmond

March 22, 2017

Things We Like: Bruja


Wendy C. Ortiz’s Bruja forms its own slippery shape and structure through a new genre: dreamoir. Coined by the author, this narrative format relates highly detailed dreams over the course of four years. It’s defined as “a literary adventure through the boundaries of memoir, where the self is viewed from a position anchored in the deepest recesses of the mind.” This sets the stage for a deep dive into the countless worlds contained within the author’s unconscious populated with recurring characters and fraught with danger, emotion, and hidden insights into an everyday life we as readers never see. Reality has no place in dreams, other than to form echoes of memories and feelings within them. Readers will get an idea of Ortiz’s life, but the delight lies in the gorgeous turns of phrase that project her dreams into dazzling imagery.

Over the months chronicled, prominent players and settings emerge. Ortiz travels to Olympia (or not-Olympia) time and time again to visit Michael. She bounds among tumultuous feelings regarding a relationship with S., who she nearly marries before deciding the idea is against her principles. Her mother intermittently walks in on her and her lovers, or doesn’t, instead becoming a looming threat of intrusion just outside the door of her childhood bedroom. Many interactions leave her loudly angry or quietly fuming, while others, often zeroing in on her interior life rather than other people, leave her exhilarated. She saves people from disaster (earthquakes, huge waves, sharks) or leaps into the sky. Cats often flood rooms, her own always difficult to find among the crowd.

Without context, the people Ortiz dreams of remain mysterious, given meaning only from what she feels about them or how she believes they feel about her. Instead of making the narrative confusing, this allows Ortiz as a protagonist within the cumulative dreams to become better defined, stronger, and more intriguing as the months fly by. Imagery as surreal as Alice in Wonderland crops up, as when she dreams of being a pallbearer in charge of organizing boxes containing a body, each gift-wrapped and the size of a watch box, marked with signifiers such as a number or the etching of a rose. These interludes, often shorter, create a whimsical haze around the rest of the dreams, which can feel like explorations of long-mulled over, difficult conversations. It’s clear the dreamer is working through troubles found in daylight hours, just as we all do. However, most can’t put achingly beautiful words to the puzzles in our heads like Ortiz can.

Reading Bruja offers an entirely new experience. It’s difficult to put down, even as the dreams jump swiftly from scene to scene and month to month. Amorphous as the format may seem, the ending, labeled “Now,” hits hard, and you’re left with the blooming feeling of a bruise, the kind you can’t help but worry at and think of the blow that marked you long after the color fades.

—Kimmy Whitmer

March 17, 2017

weekend links: women writers, the Whitney Biennial, Terrence Malick

Whitney BiennialInstallation view of work by Henry Taylor and Deana Lawson at the Whitney Biennial. Image courtesy W Magazine.

How should you react if your doctor tells you he hasn’t read a book written by a woman? A: Go to a new doctor, B: Recommend Anne Frank, or C: [Signature]

Speaking of brilliant female writers: In an excerpt from her soon-to-be-published essay collection Tell Me How It Ends, Valeria Luiselli offers no answers to the constant questions posed to immigrants coming to the U.S., instead stitching together individual stories to highlight a broader narrative. [Lit Hub]

We never get tired of looking at statistical analyses of fiction, and this one proves that the gendered use of language is a problem that goes beyond coverage of our most recent Presidential election. [The Wall Street Journal]

This week, an Italian activist group left 88 pounds of dog poop outside of an exhibition space as a demonstration against Damien Hirst’s shitty art (convenient pun, sure, but it’s appropriate). Don’t be surprised if this almost performative protest is more interesting than the artwork itself. [Hyperallergic]

The Whitney Biennial opens to the public today, and it has garnered positive reviews for its sharp political commentary. Here’s a look at the curatorial process and why it’s been described as “the biennial on the brink.” [W Magazine]

Russia is adding another link to the biennial circuit this year with the first annual Garage Triennial of Contemporary Art in Moscow. The event timely coincides with the 100-year anniversary of the Russian Revolution, and in a massive curatorial survey of artists, the triennial will feature underexposed contemporary works from all across the country. [artnet]

Kerry James Marshall’s exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago last fall won rave reviews, and now Los Angelenos will get a chance to enjoy his phenomenal paintings. Highly recommended. [The Guardian]

Afrobeat for many begins and ends with Fela Kuti, but a new collaboration between Afrobeat drummer Tony Allen and electronica pioneer Jeff Mills shows how the genre can move past its impressive origins and evolve into new sounds and styles. [FACT]

Terrence Malick’s new film Song by Song premiered last week at SXSW, where he made a rare appearance. Even without an interview, here is a surprisingly in-depth look at his life growing up in Texas and his involvement in the Austin film scene. [Texas Monthly]

We never expected Trump to be an arts patron, and based on his kitsch aristocratic aesthetic, he may have been weary to even see his hands near the arts. But with the proposed budget cuts to the already low-funded National Endowment for the Arts, his tiny hands are in there, scrapping for what’s left. Here’s a look at how these cuts will affect our communities. Call your reps. [The Atlantic]

—Katie Lauren Bruton and Sean Redmond

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