I Like Boring Things: A.W.W. Bremont’s Horrific Mundane (or Mundane Horror) In “Hey Boy”
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I Like Boring Things: A.W.W. Bremont’s Horrific Mundane (or Mundane Horror) In “Hey Boy”

What has Dennis Cooper wrought? Not only writing some of the most deliciously depraved and literary luminous experimental novels for decades, he’s also inspired a multitude of similarly demented writers who came up after him. Of course, Dennis has his own deep and dark influences from the Marquis De Sade to Rimbaud to Jean Genet … Continue reading

The Wonder World Of Make Believe: The Hollywood Museum Is Fandom’s Most Important Institution
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The Wonder World Of Make Believe: The Hollywood Museum Is Fandom’s Most Important Institution

What is it about Los Angeles that inspires madness? Is it the consistently, unchanging beautiful weather? The constant void of those clear blue skies that would make André Gide sigh? Those palm trees perpetually swaying in the ocean breeze? The respiratory system-suffocating smog? Is it the Manson in the air? Or is it the ever-present … Continue reading

And If You Think I’m Hostile, You Have No Fucking Clue: Venting Poison With Lydia Lunch In “So Real It Hurts”
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And If You Think I’m Hostile, You Have No Fucking Clue: Venting Poison With Lydia Lunch In “So Real It Hurts”

This week, computer-fused singer and one half of my favorite meme-generating weirdo couple Grimes released a new song and video “Violence.” Like Lana Del Rey’s “Ultraviolence” before her, Grimes too is blessed with beauty and rage as the song explores the near-romantic draw to violence coupled with visuals of women wielding swords and bows, and Grimes dancing in a red allergy mask miming gun blasts. Continue reading

Pleasure Is The Boss: Radical Pleasure Seeking In “The Faggots & Their Friends Between Revolutions”
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Pleasure Is The Boss: Radical Pleasure Seeking In “The Faggots & Their Friends Between Revolutions”

What does it mean to be radical? How can people from marginalized communities work to disrupt dominant systems of power and control? These questions have exploded recently, particularly after some crusty critics moaned about the lack of radicality in the 2019 Whitney Biennial and artists furiously took to social media in response. But, what is … Continue reading

Demented Forever: John Waters’s “Mr. Know-It-All: The Tarnished Wisdom Of A Filth Elder”
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Demented Forever: John Waters’s “Mr. Know-It-All: The Tarnished Wisdom Of A Filth Elder”

Dear John, forgive us our sins…Dear John, forgive us our sins…Dear John…Whoa! What’s that? Oh, I’m just praying to the Father–no not Father who art in heaven, or John Wayne like Lana Del Rey in Tropico. I’m praying to our ultimate filth elder John Waters, hoping he’ll guide our way into filthiness, like a beacon … Continue reading

Layer Stories Like Sounds: Micah E. Salkind’s “Do You Remember House?”
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Layer Stories Like Sounds: Micah E. Salkind’s “Do You Remember House?”

Love can’t turn around! I remember the first summer I arrived in Chicago. I was living in Pilsen, and it seemed like just about every weekend there was a neighborhood block party. At the time, I was totally broke, so I was grateful for the constant merry-go-round of free events. Taco and churro stands spilled … Continue reading

I’m A Brooklyn Baby: Finding Fellowship In Hugh Ryan’s “When Brooklyn Was Queer”
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I’m A Brooklyn Baby: Finding Fellowship In Hugh Ryan’s “When Brooklyn Was Queer”

A young, fey sprite-like Truman Capote lounges, spread out on two ornate chairs, wielding a cigarette holder much like Holly Golightly from his Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Though Capote is at his most beautiful, not booze-bloated as his later years, he is somehow the least interesting thing in this photograph by Slim Aarons. The writer is … Continue reading

Gary Indiana’s “Vile Days” Makes Me Want To Continue Being An Art Critic
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Gary Indiana’s “Vile Days” Makes Me Want To Continue Being An Art Critic

Gary Indiana’s art column in The Village Voice, which ran from 1985 to 1988, is unthinkable from today’s standards of art criticism. And this just isn’t because The Voice doesn’t exist anymore (or, actually, it does in the form of a zombie Twitter account blasting out old articles into the void). More than just the … Continue reading