The idea was to create a project that would depict the way these ethnic minority groups live, what their daily lives look like, as well as how the government watches them 24/7.
This question of space — of how something takes up space, deconstructs it or contains it — preoccupied both artists throughout their careers.
This article considers the poetry of Jacques Roubaud, a member of the Oulipo whose constraint-based writing techniques often involve the revision and deformation of source texts.
Cusk flags up a great truth: other people’s conversations will only ever be filtered through the interpretive prism of the listener.
In contrast to a long history of erotic representations of female nudes, Pearlstein’s models are not sexualized. Their bodies are not offered up to the viewer’s gaze, but are positioned with a strange sort of nonchalant agency.
An interview with Catherine Pégard, President of the Château de Versailles.
The desire to carve out an “I” from a “we” — an individual self from a collective history — is a futile gesture.
Autobiography, Louis reflects, is a luxury the working class are rarely afforded.
Among the cats and sunsets and carefully curated cappuccino shots, Instagram finds itself home to a new literary phenomenon: Instagram poetry.
The book’s three-part structure, moving from “End” and “Middle” to “Beginning,” marks a departure from the well-trodden path of the broken-hearts poets club.
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