Letters & Essays
Art & Photography
Throughout history people have often gouged out each other’s eyes, and they still do, only in secret.
The second installment of the original, true, biographical version of ‘Little Red Riding Hood’
Two years ago, Frank Fontis, the caretaker of Tennessee Williams’ property in Key West, was murdered. It was an especially vicious killing. He was shot at point-blank range late at night in the living quarters of a railroad museum he operated on the island. It was a curious affair.
“Until recently, I thought ‘occasional poetry’ meant that you wrote only occasionally.”
Reading recommendations from ‘Paris Review’ contributors Ben Lerner, Emily Wilson, Steph Burt, and more.
Neither of them knew what “carte blanche” meant, but if, during the Spanish Civil War, someone had bothered to explain it to them, they would both have replied in unison: “That’s us! That’s what we’ve been given!”
Perpetual peace. Perpetual light. / From a distance it all seems graffiti. / Gold on gold. Iridescent, torqued phosphors. / But still graffiti. Someone’s smear on space. / A name. A neighborhood. X. X was Here.
Today when I was walking / I had a man tell me as he passed / That I was a white bitch (he was white) / And to not look at him / Or he was going to “fuck me in my little butthole”