Ossuarius by Eva Bujalka

Strange that the air down here should have more the texture of something living it, breathing it. Strange that the air itself should impress upon the living the sensation of breathing in the grave soil, the soil that is so afflicted with several lifetimes’ humors: black bile and phlegm, the cold... Read More

Saying Celan in Silence by Frank Garrett

After the death of Paul Celan, the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung commissioned Edmond Jabès to write a memorial work for him. What resulted was a brief essay of sorts entitled, “The Memory of Words: How I Read Paul Celan.” Immediately, within the very first sentence, we confront the conundrum of the written word passing as a... Read More

Dark Chamber by Jimmy Chen

An illustration in Albrecht Dürer's The Painter's Manual (1525) shows a man attempting to master perspective using a grid through which a reclining model is seen. In the background, two adjacent windows, one functioning as a landscape and the other as a still life, act as grids themselves. For unclear reasons, the model's hand hovers... Read More

On the Target of Destruction by Tom Regel

In the early 1900’s, a small collective of avant-garde Russian poets began experimenting with a form they called “transrational language,” or “trans-sense language,” or zaum. It posited that poetry needn’t be governed by the arbitrary tyranny of syntax... Read More

Hot Mess: Breaking the Skin by Rebecca Norton

When observing a figure depicted in a painting, we usually take a few moments to notice how the skin is painted. This informs us of the genre of the painting, the artist’s style, the ideas about the figure, etc... Read More

I Am Not Supposed To Be Here: Birth and Mystical Detection by Nicola Masciandaro

True detection lies in being extra circumspect about birth, life’s originary and seemingly unerasable crime. “If attachment is an evil,” says Cioran, “we must look for its cause in the scandal of birth... Read More

Hulk Hogan Comes To Tuscaloosa by Brian Oliu

And it’s really him; at least that’s what the children say, that the sky turned red and yellow before it grew black: white thunderbolts across the sky like an interruption, a whistle on the wind that doesn’t know any better... Read More

Art, Money, Beauty, Shit, Representation, the Communal by Sam Kriss

In Der Ursprung des Kunstwerkes, Martin Heidegger attempts to account for and justify the phenomenon of modern art. While maintaining his own somewhat conservative tastes, he claims that modern art possesses autonomous value... Read More