We all know the feeling of someone talking down at you about a film, music, whatever — they have a certain look in their eye as while they barely contain the orgasmic rush of correcting whatever perfectly legitimate opinion you dared to... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, a friend invited me to the cinema. I thought about it but then I remembered it was chucking it down with rain, and that I’m generally pretty broke at the minute. Saying that, my only other... Continue Reading →
Don’t you love it when you have a great idea? Half the time they’re probably not even that great, but it’s the smug self-satisfaction that just helps get you through the week knowing that you, in all your glory, had... Continue Reading →
We love questions. The act of questioning is both an act of uncertainty, and a declaration of intent. The more metaphorical, the more unnerving, the ‘bigger’ the question, the more we desperately demand an answer to it. But then the... Continue Reading →
As you get older ‘newness’ becomes a process of consumption, the same as eating. You encounter countless constructs you examine as ‘new’. Determining ‘newness’ at several intersecting points of experience becomes an art form. We begin to obsess over interpreting... Continue Reading →
Every day in the UK, 250 people start to lose their sight. About 285 million people are vision impaired worldwide: 39 million are blind and 246 million 'low vision' - a term noted as the mean definition for most of... Continue Reading →
"There's no such thing as structure." That's what this random guy said to me, unwavering eye contact, before proceeding to finish his vodka, be sick over the payment and drop their keys into the road. Don't worry, they were fine.... Continue Reading →
She provided a bold dedication to the abstract, as a painter who would later go on to help define the LA art scenes in decades to come. Her stylistics clearly emulate surrealist style, but compose them into...
Afro-surrealism is fluid. It exists to establish neo-narratives, but simultaneously reflect pre-existing power. ‘Solitudes’ embodies this wholly, while moving at such great speeds that it’s true nature is virtually imperceptible throughout the text. Even re-reading his poetry feels like a different experience, a submergence into a memory that changes definition like trying to view shards of a mirror in endless strands of phosphorescent light.
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