To be young is fleeting. Love and life pass like the ungraspable wind, never to return again.
Read MoreEach of these pieces pulls us into sharp-eyed focus, reminds us why we’re here & who we’re becoming. Best of luck to our nominees. Here’s to possibility.
Read MoreBang, the universe began—and ended. A cosmos is reduced to an epigram. Narrative allows us to dash through eternity as quick as a quantum leap.
Read MoreI wanted to create a visual language in my art practice that reflected the way these musical cut-ups and abrasions sounded to me—transmuted, rejoined.
Read MoreFor me, these realities of nature reveal a sense of presto: an inherent poetry to this life, a chance to find meaning and magic in a world we share with such strange creatures.
Read MoreI’m inclined to think life or thoughts or ideas aren’t a blur of movement so much as a collage of image and voice: layered, constant, revved, and singing.
Read MoreIn an older sense of the word, to understand means “to stand among.” When I need to understand anything, I often stand among songs.
Read MoreWhat would my craft be, we and I, if not for the lovers I share us with?
Read MoreMay this book teach you, when the ache looms loud & large in your peripheral vision, to invite it inside & ask for its forgiveness.
Read MoreI don’t know if I’m reaching backward in the anniversary edition so much as listening to my younger self reach forward.
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