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We’re entering an age when more people than ever become victims of forced displacement. We must expand our circle of empathy and develop a deeper sense of trust – without which there will be no shared reality. Art carries off smoke signals of the union between self and nature on which that reality is built. If the world’s a house, art is the force that keeps it from collapsing on itself.
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From the EditorsInclusion as Means of ExclusionWhat is the purpose of the artist, one might ask? The Coen brothers’ film Inside Llewyn Davis points out that art isn’t everywhere, and everyone is not an artist. On the contrary, it says, the artist is a singularity, a creature fated to hobble across the world alone, misunderstood, surrounded by people who don’t get it or try to exploit him and by impostors who pretend to be his peers (and who often make it in his stead). The artist is an exception to the rule, to the spectral-structural Umwelt, the one who can tell that there is a rule, and that the rule is wrong. Had it been right, his sheer presence wouldn’t be needed. He'd be living inside art. |
Three by Sean Thomas DoughertyWhen I was about 19 years, / I recall this summer night / I put this Etta James cassette / on my Sony Walkman / & took a bottle of wine / I stole underage from the packy store ...
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In Conversation With . . .
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Children of the Sun, Drew Townsend
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Two By Lesle LewisWhat is the self but an idea of self? / Or two flutes and a harp. / Is truth better than belief? / Or electric guitars? / You’re making it up and making it real ...
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carnivorous plants, Eric Adamsonwhen a victim is identified it is only in the post / mortem that confirmation can occur. mollusks, / spiders, birds all enjoy alike the sweet sugar of a / pitcher plant, completely lacking self-awareness ...
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Two By Matthew Woodmanthis / rɛd / appears black / rill erosion : arid zones / more vulnerable / to physical weathering ...
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Two By Iain Brittonsometimes i feel stuck in the foreplay of a warm vaporous dream / * / i’m fascinated by this detachment of being – not being / i crave for new sounds – for intakes of fresh air – for / living off the edge of a clock ...
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Ocean House, Stephano PereiraThe front door bursts open / ocean waves gush into the house / and beyond it / the sky is a clean cerulean / touched by a diamond air ...
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As It Is, David RuekbergSome men have discovered the secret / of power is to simply disregard the / rules. One takes his woman securely / by the throat as if it were her job / and pays her well for it ...
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Conversations with the Neighbourhood Girl, Vanessa NiuI know what love is. / It hides under the endless growing space under my bed, / pulsing like a second, mechanical heart of mine. / It is my nature to love, although falsely, at a distance ...
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On How to Be Free in the World, Jocelyn UlevicusI don’t want to be held back any longer-- / I want to float / in the atmosphere with the darlings / I slaughtered, ringed with marigolds / my dark hair / ringing with blackbirds, / with stars / in my throat ...
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