that feeling when you touch your phone after blindly moving your hands around yourself to find it for way too long
Real writing — actually artful writing — about the arts follows the art where it goes, rather than ushering it through the customs house of our categories.
That’s what William Deresiewicz did a few seasons back in his wildstyle New Republic piece about Roberto Bolaño:
The audacity of…
Hoppy Easter, everyone! These pics were taken almost exactly 5 years ago, when Vinnie was 15 months old. I miss him every day, but I miss him the most today. I hope you all have a wonderful Easter Sunday. RIP Vinnie.
it is longing that I feel / to be missed for, to be real
when you have no one / no one can hurt you
Guillermo Lorca García-Huidobro
Detalle de un cuadro de Guillermo Lorca