Renee Gladman’s drawings in Prose Architectures resemble not-quite-legible script, registering somewhere on the visual spectrum between image and language.
Poet Nikki Wallschlaeger’s new book Crawlspace discovers the violence embedded in our most familiar structures: mortgages, meals, rooms, houses, family relationships, and language itself.
In a new genre-defying book, Jasmine Dreame Wagner subjects her life to critical scrutiny with the help of philosophers, theorists, and artists.
Khadijah Queen’s new collection of poems, I’m So Fine: A List of Famous Men and What I Had On gathers her firsthand accounts of run-ins with male celebrities.
Loie Hollowell’s current exhibition at 106 Green, an artist-run gallery in Greenpoint, offers up the results of many years of inquiry into female agency and sexual expression.
Nine o’clock: the stage lights dim and a spotlight illuminates a stuffed “hero” sandwich the size of a small sofa. The opening melody of Tina Turner’s “We Don’t Need Another Hero” — hit theme song from Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome — fills BAM’s Fishman Space.
SAN FRANCISCO — “ … Instead of feelings or human adventures,” wrote Francis Ponge, the French Surrealist “poet of things” in 1942, “I choose as subjects the most emotionless objects available.”