* Claire Skinner *
I’m a poet. Occasionally, however, I hate poetry. Usually these feelings occur during periods when I can’t seem to write any of it, when anything I do manage to force on to the page sounds (to my ear) stilted and awkward and pitifully dumb.
On Writer’s Block and Suzanne Buffam’s Glinting Wings Read More »
* Zhanna Slor *
Disadvantages aside, I think watching a television show in its entirety can actually have some benefits, especially if you’re a writer of some kind. You learn how to easily spot plot-holes (uh, Battlestar Gallactica season four? The entire Heroes series?); you can learn about character-building (Walter White, Shane Vendrell, anyone created by Joss Whedon). You can also get a glimpse of what the current trends are (mystical creatures, criminal masterminds, and, as always, cops). You can also learn what to avoid, due to over-saturation (vampires!), or what to capitalize on (office dramas; quirky families).
What We Can Learn from TV (Seriously!) Read More »
* Eric McDowell *
To pass the Bechdel Test, a film must satisfy a very simple set of criteria: (1) it must have at least two female characters, preferably named, who (2) talk to each other about (3) something other than a man.
What Test? With Thanks to Alison Bechdel Read More »
* Nicholas Johnson *
Marianne and I meet over drinks, at a wooden table, well trod floorboards, wooden panelling on the walls, a low plaster ceiling, paving stones and graffiti through the window on the street below as dusk settles, lavender, royal blue, black. We’re here intending to talk about images that aren’t in front of us. Images of urban landscapes at night, underpasses, tunnels, back rooms. Innercity Pilgrim is a film by the artist Marianne Walker. She lives in London.
Innercity Pilgrim Read More »
* Kevin Haworth *
I live each summer in Tel Aviv, the young city, much younger than both San Francisco and New Orleans. But I dabble in Jerusalem.
Unfathomable Jerusalem Read More »
* Kristie Kachler *
Verdict: The Volta’s latest reviews issue is good.
Other People Reviewing Reviewing: In the Volta, On the Claudius App, etc. Read More »
I am at the tiny police base in my parents’ neighborhood in Kuala Lumpur. I’ve come to report the loss of my Identity Card, a document Malaysians must carry at all times.
* Gina Balibrera *
“He who wears this burgundy velvet vest possesses an energy that cannot be adequately described in words. Photography, yes, for sure. And when you study it, this photograph of your holiday soirée months later, you’ll realize it wasn’t the vest that made him. He made the vest.”
The Real Peterman: Poetics and Persona Read More »
And just now, this man in somewhat dirty jeans, unshaven for days, and with a stack of papers that did not look like religious leaflets but like the notebooks I have kept with me for years. Writing notebooks, dog-eared and rough on the edges from constant carry. “Chora” he says. “Chora.”
Warsaw Dispatch: Nie Rozumiem. Rozumiem. Read More »
* Paula Mendoza *
When it comes to writing, talking, or even thinking about the Philippines, I’m overcome by a gaping blankness.
