What I know is that I don’t want it to be poetic. The time has passed when my poetry was poetic—if in fact my poetry was ever ...

In Woolf’s final, unfinished manuscript, she employs a “methodology of disorder” that enables “that state of mind in which it ...

Adam Phillips, the SKIMS NYC flagship, and an app to make you fall in love with hindsight—on flirtation, “the art of making ambivalence into a game.” ...

The problem we face involves the degree to which the truth must now compete with such a vast multiplicity of falsehoods that discovering truth itself becomes unviable.” ...

Rose Hobart presages Bruce Conner’s A MOVIE (1958) by more than twenty years. Made of found footage that Conner took from different films that he had accumulated, including newsreels, soft-core ...

One Easter Sunday, I attended a screening of the film Jesus Christ Superstar put on by my friend at the Brooklyn, New York, office of the well-respected literary magazine where she worked. There were ...

After eight glorious weeks of freedom, I got rehired. First thing I did was walk over to the machine shop to look for my F-150. The oil stain was there but the truck wasn’t. It wasn’t in the rock lot ...

The name of the book is a ruse. Camping on Low or No Dollars, the dingy cover page reads. An older edition bears a similarly anodyne title: From Birmingham to Wendover. Both are a misdirection, ...

The mind is always too simply seeking meaning, trying to boil some beautiful thing down to its conceptual essence. What can stun the mind into quietness? What can briefly flummox the mind in its quest ...

I tend not to think that stuff other people think is obvious is obvious. Everyone feels like they have some sense of Frost. Everyone knows a poem or two. That kind of overexposure lends an aspect of ...

The Winter issue of The Paris Review opens with “Camouflage,” a story by Adania Shibli, the first line of which nudges us, ominously, toward a much broader picture: “We have nothing to do with what’s ...

“Humor doesn’t cut it, or romance, or lyricism—no, no, no. Only terror works.” ...