Monthly Archives: February 2010


MINIMA MORALIA: Reflections from the damaged life. By THEODOR ADORNO PART TWO: 1945. Aphorism #78: Over the mountains. Translated by Dennis Redmond 78 Over the mountains. – Snow White expresses, more perfectly than any other fairy-tale, the idea of melancholy. … Continue reading

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I-5, GOLDEN STATE GULAG by Matthew Hirsch In 1962, a literary magazine in the Soviet Union printed One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s debut novel about an ordinary man who’d been swept to the margins of … Continue reading

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New York Times photograph of Tino Sehgal and friends by David Weightman. THE TINO SEHGAL SHOW WITH STRANGER by Adam Benedetto The Tino Sehgal (he’s from Berlin) show I saw at the Guggenheim this week is one of the more … Continue reading

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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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A PITY. WE WERE SUCH A GOOD INVENTION by Yehuda Amichai They amputated your thighs off my hips. As far as I’m concerned they are all surgeons. All of them. They dismantled us each from the other. As far as … Continue reading

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