Yesterday, I handed all my poems to my publisher.I feel like I handed him my headand the words I speak from now onwill come out of his mouth.What a disaster!
Disasters don’t show up one at a time.They arrive in legions like a starving hoard.A poet said this then died.For ...
Minoru Yamasaki has never enjoyed particularly great estimation in the annals of architectural history. His long career has become, for many, a caricature or outright failure, the stuffing wedged between the two disasters of the Pruitt-Igoe housing complex in St. Louis and the ...
The Siren’s Call
Last month in Buffalo, New York, workers at the nation’s preeminent purveyor of extra caramel, no whip, light ice battery acid announced they were forming a union: Starbucks Workers United. In response, the company—which reported $19.16 billion in revenue ...
We Didn’t Start the Fire
Though we, the people of this disintegrating empire, are simultaneously beset with unprecedented wildfires, unprecedented flooding, and reaccelerating mass death, that’s certainly no reason to go without, for the second year in a row, that dusty, ...
On a summer night in June 1996, queer men and women crammed into the Half and Half, a narrow bar nestled on a back street of Beijing’s Sanlitun neighborhood, for what was, ostensibly, a birthday party. Plainclothes cops were in attendance, too. They had followed Wu Chunsheng, ...