by Cecile Alduy | 11.24.2010
There is no double meaning, second degree and third interpretative level to be found in this post. Nothing metapoetic, cutting-edge, smart, hype, or poetic. No trope, no refined aesthetics, no beauty. But meaning yes, humanity yes, community yes. And a call to Arcade as a social network to spread a simple idea.
by Alec Hanley Bemis | 11.24.2010
Five years ago was a crazy time. Lots of artists I knew on the cusp of this and that. Below is one of the boys, below that ma' boy, and farther down still is the boy -- all of them in photos from half a decade ago, long before anyone cared.
by Timothy Morton | 11.23.2010
My talk at MLA in January will be about my book project Buddhaphobia. I'm focusing on why on Earth Slavoj Zizek has to savage Buddhism at almost every opportunity. Especially when his mentor Lacan did such a nice job on it in the Tenth Seminar.
by Joel Burges | 11.23.2010
One way of thinking about obsolescence is as a condition, a final state in which some thing, most often technological, is on the precipice of disappearing—if not already long gone. A related and more productive way of thinking about obsolescence is not as a state or condition, but rather as a process.
by Gregory Jusdanis | 11.23.2010
There must be something right with a country, when your guide talks to you on your hike outside Bogota about his love for Llosa, Cortázar, Hemingway, Kazantzakis, and Tolstoy. And then at the end of the hike he asks for a list of novels and poets he should read! Am I living in the wrong country or what?
by Brian Reed | 11.22.2010
It snowed yesterday in Seattle.  The locals acted like it was the Second Coming.  I received an avalanche of identical Facebook status updates ("It's snowing!") and the news shows went into wall-to-wall breathless-coverage mode.
by William Flesch | 11.21.2010
But it was all a mystery.  Here we are,And there we go:--but where?                                        (Byron, Don Juan V.39) Look there, look there, King Lear implores, pointing to the dead Cordelia.  We know she's dead, but he wants her to "stay a little," which is so much less to ask, in this final scene, than his icy, impossible demand in the first scene that she "mend her speech a little."
by Bonnie Roos | 11.16.2010
I have been rereading Chinua Achebe’s angry response to a wholehearted academic embrace of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness.