Failing to Make : Out of Absence : Toward Poiesis

“And so, as I sleep, some dream beguiles me, and suddenly I know I am dreaming. Then I think: this is a dream, a pure diversion of my will; and…

My Son, Outnumbered

There’s my eleven-year-old son walking down the sidewalk. He has a bounce to his gait, a little shuffle, taking an extra small step when he comes to a stoplight, almost…

Re-Hump [Video]

Re-Hump (2007), a demanding duet for two pregnant women, is a feminist reconsideration of physical and psychological limits explored through the signifying potential of the body. The piece experiments with…

Conversations: Raquel Salas Rivera and Annie Won

Annie Won: Raquel, I really enjoyed your reading at Unnameable Books—particularly how your work straddles the bilingual, equally Spanish and English, how most of the Spanish in your work is…

Love Behind Locked Doors: Phyllis Bottome in the Age of Trump

In January 1933, German President von Hindenburg offered the position of Chancellor to Adolf Hitler after his Nazi Party captured a majority of seats in the German Reichstag. In the…

“The Lyric Self is the Political Weapon”: Solmaz Sharif’s Look

Part of being an exile, a nomad, is that the most significant moments in your life pass by in places where you have no memories and no past. —Shirin Ebadi…

Rejection is Seductive: Elisa Gabbert’s L’Heure Bleue

Elisa Gabbert’s unique gift is the ability to resurrect the cliché, which she does by reformulating common sense as a question and then attaching the well-worn sentiment to the unworn…

Sounding Zurita

Raúl Zurita and Anna Deeny read together beginning at 30 min. Music, poetry, and performance moored my childhood. I was trained as a classical pianist and worked for some time…

The Revolt of the Perfume Recordist

She embodies an unknowable politics by deepening the shadows in places, tarrying with the anarchy of impersonal memory. Her autonomy undoes itself and disperses into a devotedly plural materiality. Her…

Disruption and Openings: Ian Ganassi’s Mean Numbers

Before I knew him as a poet, I knew Ian Ganassi as the percussionist who accompanied my parents’ dance classes: the sound of Ian’s drumming is inextricable from the sound…

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