Fractures in the Medium: Kaveh Akbar and Anahid Nersessian in Conversation
I’m trying to describe a cloud from inside the cloud, and you have to be on the ground to see that it’s a giraffe.
Anahid Nersessian, Kaveh Akbar
Hash Is a Vegetable
Our folk music is slow, like a soft ocean wave.
Fatima Al Qadiri, Meriem Bennani, Negar Azimi, Tiffany Malakooti
A Private Ocean: Iman Mersal and Maru Pabón in Conversation
Why should I add to this archive of nostalgic poems? It would be like grabbing the first fruit in the tree.
Maru Pabón, Iman Mersal
Days of Grief: Iran Diary 2
Honestly, I was more than happy to freeze.
Anger Piled Atop Anger: Iran Diary
It’s not entirely clear to me when it all began.
Girl on a Train: Getting Real with Fatima Daas
How do you sit with your ass between two chairs?
Laughter Was Our Inheritance: A Beirut Diary
On February 14, 2005, the day Rafik Hariri was assassinated, I was sent to confession for the first time.
Spirit Riders: A Conversation with Mati Diop and Fatima Al Qadiri
In Dakar, the spirits ride at dusk.
Mati Diop, Fatima Al Qadiri, Negar Azimi, Babak Radboy
Hello, I’m Hadi and this is my art.
Rude Pieties: Six Glimpses of Hervé Guibert
A possible epitaph? Better to remain hungry than to renounce appetite.
Moyra Davey, Lia Gangitano, Bruce Hainley, Hedi El Kholti, Wayne Koestenbaum, Christine Pichini, Janique Vigier
Phoneme Riot: A Conversation with Nour Mobarak
The work of Los Angeles–based artist Nour Mobarak can be understood as an open-ended engagement with the promiscuous and constitutive power of words.
When two gooms get each other.
Farah Al Qasimi
South of Nothing: The Photographs of Soham Gupta
When life’s hard, time’s a motherfucker.
Blasted: On Reza Abdoh’s
Tight Right White
He ate camp and shat punk, his style a fizzing intestine stuffed with culture’s slime and scraps.
We Are The Lines of Control: Unraveling Naeem Mohaiemen
Like a kite catching thermal winds.
Skye Arundhati Thomas
Matter and Mind
As a child in Tehran, the artist Shirin Sabahi took weekly painting classes not far from Park-e Laleh, or tulip park, in the sprawling city center.
The Night Journey of Ahmed Bouanani
In the stillness of the house at Aït Oumghar there are ghosts of cats.
Anna Della Subin
Book of Judges: Larry David and the War on the War on Comedy
The war of all against all against nothing
Sweet Talk: A Conversation with Thuraya Al-Basqsami and Monira Al Qadiri
I feel like there’s a forest inside me, full of vegetation. Like a bowl of tabbouleh.
Monira Al Qadiri, Thuraya Al-Baqsami
Louvre Me Tender
Soft power plays