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
Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! Do you feel a burning sensation in your chest? Is your face getting hot? Are your eyes stinging? Stop Googling symptoms of a heart attack (though if your arm is numb, call 911). We know what that feeling really is: white-hot rage, most likely caused by some horrendous … Continue reading