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A few years ago I was covering a panel discussion for Hyperallergic featuring members of Gran Fury, an ACT UP affinity group focused primarily on producing what group members themselves called “propaganda” against a government hellbent on isolating, vilifying, and smugly looking on as tens of thousa
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A rock-climbing wall is covered with penises at the New Museum.
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Someone once said to me that for him, one of the famous modernists, I think it was Paul Klee, represented the values of serious play. That idea lingered in cobwebbed corners of my mind until I walked into the Lehmann Maupin's downtown gallery to see Adriana Varejão’s Kindred Spirits when it flashed
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I wait around in the Center for Italian Modern Art’s kitchen before the tour of the Giorgio Morandi exhibition begins.
Books
What happens when you cross the perfervid emotionalism of Edna St. Vincent Millay, she of the candle burning at both ends, with Charles Olson’s idea, distilled out of William Carlos Williams, of a projective verse imbued with “the breathing of the man who writes” (and I suppose it is very emphatical
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Being a poet in America is like being a submarine: you might be seen when you pop up, and, as a rule, people don’t go looking for you.
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The work of Lee Mullican and others, including his friend Gordon Onslow Ford, shatters the myth that the only radical art being made in America in the 1940s and ’50s was by the Abstract Expressionists.
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The still life photographs of Lakshmi Luthra, currently showing in Poly at Sushi Bar Gallery in Brooklyn with the work of Jonathan Bruce Williams, could have been shot on the floor of an abandoned department store, somewhere on the border between the Intimates and Electronics departments.
Music
I keep listening because I want to grasp it, and so the music generates the very frustrated desire it addresses.
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In 1916, Georgia O’Keeffe landed a job teaching art at West Texas State Normal College (now West Texas A&M) and moved to a town called Canyon.
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For a good time, call 1-844-ASTRAL LOANS: Staticky smooth jams and a silky-voiced robot will welcome you to “The Caged Pillows Feeling Network.”
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CHICAGO — I bend my head down, eyes shut tight, and reach my hands up over my head towards the center of the circle.