Love isn't a word, or a concept, that one usually associates with Marcel Duchamp, the modernist master of irony and distance, but love—love of the mind and what it can do, love of bodies and play, love of freedom, love of what art can be, love of women,... See more
The Weight of the Self: On James Merrill’s A Different Person Hilton Als Considers the Influence of Class and Queerness in the Life and Work of a Gay American Poet A number of the people I first shared my love of James Merrill’s writing with are gone now,... See more
I went to Paris looking for love. I was not the first person ever to do so. My love had lived in the French capital as a student in the mid-eighties. Now it was 1993 or so, and even though our affair was over—it had lasted barely a year—I went looking... See more
"Moussakoo" (1968). Tom Lloyd's light-based abstract art reveals more about who he was than figurative work would have. On weekends we'd take the bus into the city—my father, my younger brother, and I. We lived in Brooklyn then, in Flatbush; this was in... See more
