We’re all telling ourselves a story about ‘how’ this all is ‘going,’ with no real beginning or end—and doing a lot of work to filter our actions and the world forces we’re responding to through shifting/incomplete/inherited taxonomies of meaning and meaning making…
Nietzsche writes in Philosophy in the Tragic Age of the Greeks: “For the world forever needs truth, hence the world forever needs Heraclitus, though Heraclitus does not need the world.”
I guess I would say the ambition is easy to maintain because it sustains itself on my fundamental enthusiasm to talk about movies or anything else in media that interests me.
The book belongs to the same lineage as Allen Ginsberg’s “Kaddish,” where the poet stands at the grave, eye buried, voice calling into Sheol. Like Ginsberg’s cawing cries and black-clouded Eye, Levi’s visions do not console; they demand presence.
...when I was first diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis at the age of 20, it really was a shock to the system. I’d been drawing and writing since childhood and art was always such a huge part of my identity.
Art was a 51-year-old Polish green card holder who had lived in the States since kindergarten, but the 2025 political climate was threatening enough that he felt compelled to secure his status.
i feel like every single thing i did before reclaiming my title as a diarist was a serious injury to what i want to do as a writer. line breaks were broken bones slowing me down from grabbing the big belt which for me are volumes of anti-novels, serial essays, and notes.
But the novel isn't black-and-white trauma porn. Zavala didn't limit himself to a monochromatic color pallet, nope. He painted a massive, intricate masterpiece exploring the mind of psychopathic politicians...
