If any action could singularly sum up existence in 2018, it would probably be type-shouting into the void of various social media platforms. Foucault would get woozy if he could see this incitement to discourse that defines our current dystopia as everyone with access to a computer or a smart phone screams ire into the … Continue reading
In the premiere episode of Pose, which focuses on the house and ball scene in 1980s New York, the House of Abundance rushes into a barely disguised Brooklyn Museum to swipe opulent historical clothing to compete as Royalty. Before they hide under podiums to evade security, each character has a private moment with various Egyptian … Continue reading
Recently with our constant free-flowing shit show in American politics, I find myself thinking with surprising frequency: Fuck that shit, I’m going to space. Taken from a prevalent meme featuring a shark flying through the star-lined galaxy, my intergalactic daydreams of escape, star cruising into space never to look back, now have an articulated vision. … Continue reading
On Thursday September 20th, I arrived at Mount Sinai Hospital at 5:45 AM prepared for surgery. By noon, I was home and in kinds of pain I’d rather not put down in words. The Unspeakable: A Dark Show curated by Peter Clough and organized by RE: Art Show’s Erin Davis & Max C. Lee … Continue reading
I don’t know about you, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but I’m feeling a bit peckish. My stomach is growling, I’m feeling faint and the only remedy might be the biggest bowl of shredded carrots you’ve ever seen in your life. I want a mountain of those veggies! I want to eat so many carrots that … Continue reading
“Memory–what a strange thing it is!…” writes Gaston Bachelard in The Poetics of Space (9).In contrast to its dry and dour title, The Poetics of Space is a thoroughly Lynchian trip through memory, home and dreams, or more specifically, daydreams. Continue reading
One of the last works on view in the winding, labyrinth-like galleries of the Whitney Museum’s long awaited David Wojnarowicz retrospective History Keeps Me Awake At Night features a hand, presumably the artist’s own, holding a tiny, adorable frog. Just one example of Wojnarowicz’s lifelong affinity for creepy-crawly things–bugs, frogs, snakes, etc., this tender and … Continue reading
