Thirst Trap by Jason Diamond
Bukowski imagines himself among the Rimbauds and Pounds, and that grandiosity is one reason he continues to attract fans—not necessarily readers—drawn to the image of the writer as the dirty-talking…
Bukowski imagines himself among the Rimbauds and Pounds, and that grandiosity is one reason he continues to attract fans—not necessarily readers—drawn to the image of the writer as the dirty-talking…
What I’d forgotten: the way I could hold a short story in my head for the entire composition of it, how the first mysterious intimations — a sentence, an image, an exchange…
I have to say that war is man-made. It’s made by men. It’s their thing, it’s their world, and they’re terribly injured in it.
‘He left for the US while his father was away on business so he couldn’t stop him.’ Alexander Chee on his father.
The past-due revival of Lola Ridge: poet, editor, feminist, and political activist.
Women are seething, and we are a force.
Just a month ago, in March, an exposé on the cheeky (sorry) period-underwear brand Thinx (by Hilary George-Parkin for Racked) sent a certain group of the feminist mainstream — young,…
I have two cyborg implants. One is in my hand, and it lets me unlock phones and doors by waving at them. The other is in my uterus, and it…
It’s been a weird and windy road since my 11-year-old-self lost a chess match to an IBM 360 in 1970. Let me be upfront about this — my degree is…
“So many doors open when you are present with an angle.”