A poem dedicated to the children of Gaza by South African poet and journalist Gershwin Wanneburg.
A poem dedicated to the children of Gaza by South African poet and journalist Gershwin Wanneburg.
“When you’re looking at the paintings, it’s your view, it’s your journey.”
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
November ramblings.
In the age of endlessly reproducible digital images, the deeper metaphor feels even more familiar:
The haunted image no longer needs a well, a cassette, or even a television. It only needs somewhere to be seen—and someone willing to pass it on.
Bonus track.
“If in the film the streets seem to be mostly battleground, her photographs construe it more as a theatre. Levitt was after the epiphanic universal that might emerge from the quotidian.”
“The cemetery stood on an island. People said that one day the island would disappear beneath the water. My father wanted to record the place before that happened. So we began keeping notes and drawings of everything we noticed there.”
A beautiful meditation on personal and communal memory, art, and an unfathomable landscape from poet Michael Ladd.
The sixth trip up the stairs I see them. Sometimes you can go the whole day without seeing anyone, and I thought it was going to be like that. Little did I know.