We would suggest that there is at work in this body of vulgar knowledge a form of collective intelligence about this existence in which we find ourselves, a kind of road map of life compiled by those who have gone before.
We would suggest that there is at work in this body of vulgar knowledge a form of collective intelligence about this existence in which we find ourselves, a kind of road map of life compiled by those who have gone before.
The lights flicker and I fall to the ground in the tolling darkness.
A playlist of songs we discovered because they were sampled in Hip Hop tracks.
Some thoughts on the remarkable career of Czech fillmmaker Věra Chytilová by Jan Čulík.
“In this place, there is one main road, called Main Road. There are no sidewalks and the drivers on Main Road are fast, having navigated its bends and dips for a lifetime.” – A collection of Leah Frances’ beautiful photographs and reflections on her stay in Pouch Cove, Newfoundland.
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.
September ramblings.
There’s something of the fever dream in Gerald Slota’s videos. They hit you with their strange dream logic, a barrage of images, movement, songs. But like most dreams, they linger in your memory. We were grateful for a chance to ask Gerald Slota a few questions about his videos.
Andrew Robinson discusses the enduring legacy of Satyajit Ray, and tells the story of the alien movie that never got made and its striking similarities to a very familiar film.
Alice Courtright’s poem Threshold, inspired by Ugo Rondinone’s sculpture the sun and the moon, is balanced on the edge of so many things … night and day, memory and hope, wonder and knowledge, confusion and understanding. It captures a moment in her life and in the world.