Jóhanna Ellen

Jóhanna Ellen is an Icelandic artist working with video, performance and installation who is living in Oslo, Norway. "Eat Me"(2010) is a part of series of videos that deal with the artist's memories of passive and submissiv...

Bernard Meisler

I ran into Jenny Wade on Avenue A, summer of 1993 I believe it was. Asked her where she was going, she said she was playing a gig at the Knitting Factory, so I asked if I could come along. She said nah, you won't like it, it...

Wanda Phipps

someone said “everyone who has power is smiling” or was it “everyone who has electricity is smiling or “everyone smiling has electricity” definitely not “everyone smiling has powerful electricity” or “eve...

Melissa Febos

An excerpt from "The Savage Library" I just knew that Somerville would be the kind of neighborhood to go all out at Christmas. I was right. Winter Hill in particular was an orgy of blinking lights and glowing plastic fig...

Jonathan Shaw

An excerpt from "Narcisa" “The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannizing.” -- Nietzsche Carnaval was over. Weeks went by. The city of Rio de Janeiro was slowly goi...

Samoa Moriki

Samoa's paintings, a series of celebrated images and complex associations which (inadvertantly?) postulate the existence of a general science of hermaneutics, form the contents of ritual, convention and public entertai...

Jennifer Adams

Matt was a blind date, the only one I ever went on. He was an acquaintance of a girl who had the locker next to mine senior year. She thought I’d like him because he was an artist and was sort of in a band. He played bass....

D. Scot Miller

My face is cold. A salty breeze numbing my cheeks. I have the black book in my lap, and a pen in my hand. Sunlight casts through black water, a murky aquamarine spreading its roots towards the edge of my boat. I’m awak...

JG Ballard

(At the 1980 Republican Convention in San Francisco a copy of the Reagan text, minus its title and the running sideheads, and furnished with the seal of the Republican Party, was distributed by some puckish pro-situationists...

Rebecca Weiner Tompkins

The white rain of petals that fell for a week is done. What catches now in my hair are the dried blossoms of the Callery Pear, startling and crackly, as they float and scatter, rattling through the trees to the street l...