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February 12, 2016 · Speculation

Slacker Hill Earned Its Name (Until We Showed Up)

Slacker’s Hill, Marin Headlands: some places just earn their names through the accumulated weight of bodies showing up, doing nothing in particular, letting the view do all the work. But at sunrise, with Muriel Maffre and Ryan Tacata running Euripides fragment #91 (we’re calling it Love is The Fullest Education) on this windswept chunk of rock […]

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February 9, 2016 · Speculation

Windhover

Speculation in The Windhover, Stanford University I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king- dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a […]

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January 17, 2016 · Industries

Janet Cardiff’s Forty Part Motet: A Dispatch from the Void Between Here and Never

The academics want you to believe that live performance (the sweating, breathing, bleeding out loud presence of actual human bodies in actual space) carries some sacred charge that recordings can’t touch. That there’s magic in the ephemeral, nobility in the disappearing act. Every moment unique, finite, gone the second it happens. Like watching your best […]

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January 3, 2016 · Industries

James Freebury’s first look at Book 6 of The Odyssey

Book 6. Nausicaa. The one where Odysseus washes up like human driftwood, salt-caked and wrecked and basically naked, and has to beg a princess for help without seeming like either a pervert or a pathetic case. It’s about being broken and trying to hold onto some shred of dignity while you’re covered in seaweed and […]

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James Freebury’s first look at Book 6 of The Odyssey

December 24, 2015 · Engineering

Sophocles Speechless Fish

Speechless Fish, I call it. Informally. Because sometimes the informal is all you’ve got when you’re dealing with theatrical ghosts that ancient, scraps of text that survived fires, floods, the general amnesia of civilization. This is part of something bigger, something I’m calling IOTA, which sounds either pretentious as hell or like the most honest […]

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December 18, 2015 · Industries

Gerald Casel Spinters in Our Ankles

This isn’t some gauzy statement about the fragility of memory. It’s literal: the Tinikling, that Filipino folk dance where you hop between bamboo poles that snap together like jaws, came out of Spanish colonial rice field punishments. People got their ankles crushed. And here’s Gerald Casel, generations later, making something beautiful out of inherited trauma […]

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December 15, 2015 · FalseArt

2 + 2 = 22: Man Ray’s Hollywood Equations

Here’s the thing about Man Ray sitting in Hollywood in 1948, chain-smoking and staring at photographs he took a decade earlier of nineteenth-century plaster shapes that some French mathematician built to explain shit that nobody except twelve people in the world could actually understand, it’s the most beautiful kind of fuck-you to meaning itself. Think […]

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