From the Archive
Fam
By Venita Blackburn
Something Always Remains
By Trevor PaglenTrevor Paglen’s new book is a collaboration with Peter Merlin, a former NASA archivist who collects remnants of secret government projects.
The Daily
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Poetry Rx
By Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire SchwartzIn our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.
Poetry Rx
Visual Magicians in the Hills of Connecticut
By Robert PranzatelliOn John Kane’s photography of Pilobolus and Momix.
The Daily
Arts & Culture
Feminize Your Canon
By Emma GarmanOur monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
Feminize Your Canon
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More Obscene Than de Sade
By Luc SanteFotonovela, fumetti, roman-photo—the form, which never got much traction in Anglo-Saxon countries, was associated with the poor and unlettered, the naive and sheltered and perhaps delusional.
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Pinakothek
Eat Your Words
By Valerie StiversCooking up recipes drawn from the works of various writers.
Eat Your Words
from "Misérable Miracle"
By Henri MichauxHenri Michaux, the famous French poet and painter, has long been interested in the effects of mescaline, the drug derived from the Peyotl cactus which traditionally has been taken by the Indians of Mexico and the American Southwest to induce ecstatic religious visions. More recently it has attracted the interest of psychologists investigating the physical roots of mental disorder and of Aldous Huxley who describes his experiences with it in The Doors of Perception.
From the Archive, Issue 15
Miscellaneous
Family History
By Valérie MréjenMy grandfather made an excellent béarnaise. He made it every time we had lunch at his house, with steak and fries. As an appetizer he would give us sardine paste on toast. My grandfather brought his mistresses home and would make love to them in my mother’s bed, with her in it. My grandmother, who had been married once before, asked for a divorce. After threatening, briefly, to kill himself with a kitchen knife, my grandfather acquiesced. My grandmother got married again, this time to a gigolo, and my grand-father married his secretary, who was thirty years his junior. For their honeymoon, he sent her on vacation with my mother, since business kept him i…
