The intentions behind the Nazi salute photograph seen around the world were hardly as sinister as they first appeared. But in Trump and Twitter’s America, as one small Midwestern town discovered, image is everything.
“You can design your face for years, paint it like an artist, but in death they’ll mess up your makeup. Wipe off that garish mask with damp cotton balls. Redo my look: Shadow my eyes, gloss my lips, apply some highlights and shimmer. My face will be too thin, the skin stripped of glow; the eyes will look snuffed out. Make it pretty enough to say goodbye to.”
Underneath this rapper’s diet of weed and codeine cough syrup is a teenage boy living out his celebrity fantasy, a boy who is trapped in the space between his public persona and his eighteen-year-old self.
“A social and financial divide is forming — between those who have student debt, and those who do not — that will have ramifications for decades to come.”
Twenty-three-year-old Indiana native Tomi Masters had only set out to work in California’s cannabis industry, so how did she end up dead in a Manila river?
“As Bly’s anecdotes, and my own, indicate, a primary feature of the experience of staying in a psychiatric hospital is that you will not be believed about anything. A corollary to this feature: Things will be believed about you that are not at all true.”
“Burnout and the behaviors and weight that accompany it aren’t, in fact, something we can cure by going on vacation. It’s not limited to workers in acutely high-stress environments. And it’s not a temporary affliction: It’s the millennial condition.”
On the publication of “Monument,” Natasha Trethewey’s most recent collection of poetry, Hanif Abdurraqib interviews the former U.S. poet laureate about “history echoing into the present lived experience.”
It’s a beautiful but demanding art form that traditionally accepts only a narrow range of body types and movements, and normalizes physical injury and the devaluing of women’s bodies.
In a personal essay about growing up in Bogotá, Ingrid Rojas Contreras describes her mother’s work in divination as important to her own development as a writer.