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Fred Frith – An Interview

The Editors

Three Sensitive Skin editors—Fluffy Schwartz, B. Kold and Sir Reginald Brathwaite—had a chat with legendary musician and composer Fred Frith. We asked him some good questions, and some (or so he apparently thought) pedan...

Jody Weiner, Prisoners of Truth – Review

Jim Feast

Jody Weiner, Prisoners of Truth (San Francisco: Council Oak Books, 2012) Jody Weiner’s Prisoners of Truth follows a pattern found in much American writing and, perhaps even more, in classical Hollywood cinema. Two men...

The Extremist Manifesto

Nick Zedd

Now that contemporary art, a system that stands for privilege, nepotism and political connections is finally dying, get out of the fucking way. We who have been locked out of your galleries, museums and art holes... ignor...

Time Now and Everything

Michael Randall

other nights I’ve heard it just outside the window fluttering in the dark, waiting now I’m not convinced the heart fails the spirit sputters all voices silent then choral music on the radio quiet at first b...

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

James Joyce

Chapter One Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo His father told him t...

Memory is Narrative; Narrative is Memory

Ronald B. Richardson

Memory is Narrative Memory is mostly narrative. I say mostly because there are rare memories that are not, such as olfactory memories: you smell something, and it suddenly takes you back to . . . what? In these memories, ...

Purple Heron of the Night

Raúl Serrano Sánchez

Claudio was only trying to make up for all the years he’d spent yearning for those legs, the ones he was always telling you about over coffee in the newly restored center of the old city, in one of those bars that’s supp...

The Good Shit & Presence: Rue Girardon

Pete Simonelli

The Good Shit We were told the bubbles should look like little pebbles you could pour clean into your hand. “Go on, shake it,” said Peanut, junk dealer, mechanic, and feral-cat wrangler by day, shiner by night. �...

Peter Shear – Paintings

Peter Shear

What really sends me is artwork containing a spaciousness of address which allows for our looking to become consuming and urgent. In these moments the relationship between object and audience can be truly generative, a p...

The Cherub

E. A. Fow

On the way to rehearsal, Amy thought she saw something flit away. An afterimage lingered in her eye, pink and faintly glowing, but she couldn’t make out what it was. She didn’t think about it again until the next day, wh...