My Grandmother, the Liar

Andrew Ridker reflects on the relationship between dishonesty and storytelling: “I write to impose a measure of control in my life. To shape my own reality. The difference is, I can distinguish between life and fiction.”

Cows

“The problem was excusable, almost: / that they thought there should be a place / in the world that would welcome them. / But why?” A new poem from Steven Kleinman.

Gazing

“so now we […] may nightly observe […] the deft undoing of what we once / had thought would long endure.” A new poem from Jon Swan.

Two Poems

“And then there will be another election, / and then the takers of bribes will be shown the door, / or possibly fed to the dogs.” Two new poems from Stephanie Burt.

Bullshit Jobs

In this review of David Graeber’s Bullshit Jobs, Miki Kashtan explains what bullshit jobs are and how they can help us understand “the rightward turn of so many voters around the world.”

Song of the Anonymous Woman

 

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Ariadne is lost. Derrida is by her side, no help at all. She’d gotten a rejection letter that morning: the stakes of her writing are too low, it said. The editors didn’t see the urgency of questioning ‘I love you.’ Ariadne closes the email; she reads a passage of Derrida. She reads another, at random.