In an artworld so clearly molded and regulated to serve the needs of the dominant and most privileged sectors of our society and their ways of doing business-the same sectors which benefit from the perpetuation of major conflicts of national, class, race and gender interests-what are the possibilities for oppositional, critical practices to assert themselves and be received?
Wait Till Donald Trump Buys the Whitney Read More »
“Show me the place,” he said.
I removed my shirt and pointed
to a tiny star above my heart.
The Doctor of Starlight Read More »
Here, the fog horns seem to multiply,/clocks and bells grieve louder./Strange how I never noticed them before.
Returning Home in Winter Read More »
I got them first to navigate the waters/ of pregnancy, so I could ride the subway/ without gorge rising, without feeling faint.
Whistleblowers, according to Fred Alford’s study, do not achieve redemption. They are not, in the majority of cases, acknowledged as heroes or truth tellers. Whistle blowing is rather an act of self-sacrifice, a suicide mission.
As a child I’d ask my father
why though still awake
he closed his eyes.
Two Figures on a Bridge Read More »
In Rilke’s great poem, “Statue of an Archaic Apollo,” the poet articulates the moral statement which the wonderfully wrought torso proclaims: “You must change your life.” Is this the message of the modern Apollo? And if so, how is it we must change?
The Moon Landing & Its Aftermath Read More »
Sex. Brutality. Animal faces. Wrathful oceans. Rickety boats. Stupid men who robbed my human rights. Insecure love affairs. Floating corpses’ love affairs. Am I also a floating corpse? What else?
Farewell to Douala Read More »
When he got to her she was sitting in the cart with her back to him, holding a quarter between her fingertips and looking at the people on the sidewalk coming toward her.
