It was my birthday, and with my father we were by the swimming pool. A tall guy was working alone on a chess problem. Dad offered to play with him and won twice. Much later, I found out that the tall guy’s name was Bobby Fischer.
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Holiness is what is dear to the gods. Who said that? I dunno but it’s not helpful. Never mind, ignore it. Let’s check-in instead. So, how are you coping? Healthy and sane? My starting position (forced on each of us, black reader and white writer, by this writing and our society) were the sites of […]
The illustration on our first opening poster is from a color lithograph titled Ilpost (Urgent Mail) by one of our members Keviselie/Hans Ragnar Mathisen. It symbolizes the pressure from competing with dominant societies that Sámit and other Indigenous people have to cope with.
On this day commemorating incomplete emancipation, I offer you this unfinished blogpost in the form of three unanswerable questions: How many Republican sheep does it take to maintain Trump’s regime? How many armed militia statue-protectors does it take to maintain settler colonialism? How many commercial prisons does it take to maintain racist injustice? This blogpost […]
On May 20, 1982, I was invited to stay in the dome of the Egyptian architect Hassan Fathy at New Gourna. Consequently I began to dream of building a dome house for myself. Five years later, we developed a technique at the University of Kassel to build domes from adobes (earth blocks) without formwork. Since […]
Sikh massacres, Baba Kharak Singh Road, Connaught Place, New Delhi, November 1, 1984
I can’t get this image (of a 17 year-old Linda Goode Bryant finding a newly published copy of Frantz Fanon’s “Black Skin, White Masks” during a school trip to New York in April 1967 & ending a letter to her parents back in Columbus, Ohio by writing that if she were to just eat one […]
Dear Wexner Center for the Arts Film/Video Department, I am writing this post for the gallery B side as an open letter to you in request that you show Wu Tsang’ 2012 short film For how we perceived a life (Take 3) as part of your online programming. Back in Fall 2013, during the visiting […]
We enter the house of Valia Kozintsev, the widow of Grigori Kozintsev. He was a member of the film school FEKS. “Look at this photo on Grigori’s desk. It is of Meyerhold. It has never been moved since Meyerhold’s arrest.
Even now, in the memory, she dazzles, must be circled about and about. We may perceive her indirectly, in her effects on others … Ah, the dead, the unended, endlessly ending dead: how long, how rich is their story. We, the living, must find what space we can alongside them; the giant dead whom we […]