Monthly Archives: February 2010


Richard Gere in American Gigolo, 1980 DON’T ASK, DON’T TELL: PHALLOCENTRIC ECONOMICS, TRIANGULAR TRADE & OTHER SHADY BUSINESS by Mishana Hosseinioun “All economic organization is homosexual.” — Luce Irigaray Paul Schrader’s erotic thriller, American Gigolo (1980) does much more than simply … Continue reading

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Photograph of Dorianne Laux by Ron Salisbury, from the back cover of her first book “Awake” published by BOA Editions, Ltd, 1990. QUARTER TO SIX and the house swept with the colors of dusk, I set the table with plates … Continue reading

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Sunday Literary Series: Raul Clement

 Overpass photograph by David Friedman. Exit Ramp Cowboys and Overpass Indians by Raul Clement When I went to Billy’s trailer, his Dad was in the living room watching some game show on TV. It wasn’t really a living room, … Continue reading

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by Judson Evans November rain- long ropes of the window washers float in the wind by Anita Virgil Emerging hot and rosy from their skins- beets! by Cor Van Den Heuvel the blues singer tells how bad it is then … Continue reading

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Theophilus Brown, untitled work on paper, 1998. Currently on exhibit at the Thomas Reynolds Gallery and previously shown at the Charles Campbell Gallery and the McAllen Art House. LOOKING AT THEOPHILUS BROWN: WHAT THE OTHER IS NOT by Esteban Ortega … Continue reading

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ÉXPO-SEE: A MEMOIR by Mark Van Proyen In the early months of 1983, artist and curator Rolando Castéllon started Éxpo-See magazine: a small, photocopied, eight-page pamphlet that initially functioned as an advertising instrument for Bannam Place Exhibition Space, the underground … Continue reading

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NATIONAL WINTER GARDEN by Hart Crane Outspoken buttocks in pink beads Invite the necessary cloudy clinch Of bandy eyes. . . . No extra muffling here: The world’s one flagrant, sweating cinch. And while legs waken salads in the brain … Continue reading

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