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Honestly You Shouldn’t

June 25, 2015 by

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So many racist jokes get their start from an impression that some black names can make hilariously inconvenient homophones or onomatopoeia. Even John Updike named a young black man Tylenol in his final novel, I’m John Updike and 911 Just Happened So I’ll Be as Racist as I Wanna Get Terrorist. The funnier joke is […]

Double Consciousness: Escaping Mad Men

May 18, 2015 by

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Beat Valley‘s Lars Russell published an essay series on the television show Mad Men over at Loser City appearing after each episode of the show’s final half-season in 2015. Here are links to the individual articles.   Part 1: Everything’s Exactly the Same Weiner could end the series right here and that would be enough, […]

Blueberries

February 9, 2015 by

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I really love blueberries. There is the crisp blue of a spring day and then there is the abysmal color of the blueberry, blue as Krishna, a blue that seems darker than black because instead of the flat lack of tone the little bit of pigment makes looking into it like the deepest part of […]

Ferguslie Park, by Tunnock McNulty

November 6, 2014 by

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[Editor’s Note: Tunnock McNulty sent a preview of this essay to KLF founder and performance art renegade Bill Drummond, “as he is known for his interests in psychogeography and the minutiae of pop histories.” Drummond, who also provided a foreword for McNulty’s book Fun Buggy in 2004, returned the following feedback … ] Sitting in […]

Multitudes

December 10, 2013 by

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i would ruin myself again for you, for love but no, i wouldn’t why donate?

A Performative Survey of Call & Response in Rap

May 28, 2013 by

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I was literally holding the fence when it happened. The woman came struggling and shrieking as a security man shoved her, scooting her resistant legs really, across the concrete floor; then he opened the gate right next to me and threw her out. The fence was in fact only a waist-high railing around the open-air […]

You Only Live Once

August 16, 2012 by

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Something was wrong with us; that was our meeting place. It was like we both had a kind of fever. Or a bottomless hole, in the same part of our souls. Or maybe it was only that his hole fit perfectly around the edges of my fever. I don’t know. Technically I lived with Callum […]

The Cinema

August 2, 2012 by

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I had a hole in my pocket and two pieces of the earth fell out. One was a meteorite sold to me behind Amoeba Records by a man In Berkeley. He said it came from the site of a starfall in Arizona. The other was a bone from the creek in Austin. I went reaching […]

Question

February 14, 2011 by

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you know how speeches giving love such oft-corrupted figures as doves, roses, rays of sunshine make no clearer the matter than a zipper binds two ends of cloth in a closure you can’t rip apart or leave undone in error? imagine some well-intended maître d’, ardent, introducing specials while we slide our attention to satins […]

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