by Rita D. Costello I, too, sing America –Langston Hughes (after Walt Whitman), “Epilogue” (1926)America why are your libraries full of tears? –Allen Ginsberg, “America” (1956) America, I listen to 1920s/30s/40s folk music and recognize all the same issues. You are still slaying black boysand shorting wages.But I wonder how you slaughtered the unionsthen a source… Continue reading

Fragmentary Geniusby E.W. Wilder It was never clear if Bean Newton’s “fragments” were intentional or not. Newton, known for embracing of postmodern pastiche, may have created these works to intentionally appear unfinished, a sort of absurdist nod to the Japanese concept of wabi sabi. It is just as likely, though, that the unfinished work is merely… Continue reading

Max Vermillion is busy slamming the lids down on old-school metal trashcans, rhythmically, angrily, while Sharonjean McLeob dances behind him. McLeob’s dress is diaphanous, almost traditionally balletic, except for the massive, anatomically detailed penis painted on the back. Meanwhile, Jill Wegner, who is perched atop an industrial scissor-lift, yells directions from her megaphone. “Angrier, Max!… Continue reading