Category: Arts

Automatic Writing

Listening is like dragons on an uncomfortable day. Last night my feet were cold, biting, I think they bit me. Sunny Bono, but we’ve heard that one before. Yesterday I sold my chappals for an accent to wear in America. … Read More

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Genesis Belanger’s Commentary on the Insincerity of Condolences

A review of Through the Eye of a Needle, a sculpture exhibition at the Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum.

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The Affection of Style

James Frey might be the most inarticulate author alive. Also, if he is not one of the most boring, he is clearly the most bored, and his prose is so harried, so egregiously imprecise, that it reads as if it is trying to flee the very tedium of the subject matter.

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Two Fictions

MONOLOGUE FOR A NERVOUS GIRL IN A WHITE BIRTHDAY CAKE DRESS AND SHINY LEATHER PUMPS (A deep breath and then go) Okay so this one time I was eating dinner with a friend at a food center in Singapore and … Read More

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Bedside Manner

Artwork.

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One Sentence of the Aeneid

The concept for this article – reviewing a book based on one random sentence – is borrowed from an article printed in the literary magazine The Believer. Virgil’s Aeneid “A chill swept over Aeneas; his limbs went weak; he moaned … Read More

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Camouflage (An Excerpt)

Disappointment characterized not the first birth, but the second in the amniotic procession the twins enacted on May 16, 1978. It was the first of many staged productions for the energetic children of withered opera rose Emilia Hemmings. Emilia knew … Read More

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Lines Removed From a Eulogy

And what’s more there’d be too much to tell, with his folded-up face and our proximity, the fact that we’d lived so close to each other growing up, that in high school we’d mostly talk to the same girls and … Read More

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July 11, 2003: Ballymacash Burning

The night is an exercise in harmony, a lesson in primary colors: Billy, ten, clutches a bottle of WKD blue, rubs his fast-ruddying face. When he lifts his arm for posterity, the salute calls the flame to crawl down the … Read More

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Playing Telephone

And the winner for the 2008 Safeway World Championship Pumpkin Weigh-Off is… Bill Lane!”

Bill leaned into his wife for a kiss. His son beamed and Bill acknowledged the little boy’s pride with a hearty shake of his shoulder. Bill rose and to acknowledge the audience’s cheers, he smiled, clutched his enormous belt buckle between his thumbs and his forefingers, and yanked up the front of his pants.

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The End of the Hanging Basket

“Mr. Stone was commissioned by the mayor of London to design a “dry garden” of plants and flowers that use less water because England, widely associated with drizzle, is actually drying up.” “LONDON IS SO DRY,” Wall Street Journal, July … Read More

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What Immersive Projector Experiences Mean for Art

Revolutionary or rip-off?

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