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After Claude Iris Owens Animals Emma Jane Unsworth Black Cloud Juliet Escoria Broken Glass Park Alina Bronsky Cassandra at the Wedding Dorothy Baker Dead Horse Niina Pollari Empathy Sarah Schulman Eve’s Hollywood Eve Babitz Gift Certificate Glory Goes and Gets Some Emily Carter Her 37th Year: An Index Suzanne Scanlon How To Get Into the Twin Palms Karolina Waclawiak "The sheets in the photographs match the sheets on the bed. The body looks good. The face isn't much. I smile. I'm one of them now, a blade in the guts of some future girl." From Things to Make and Break, by May-Lan Tan I Love Dick Chris Kraus I’ll Tell You In Person Chloe Caldwell I’m Trying To Reach You Barbara Browning Inferno (a poet’s novel) Eileen Myles Inside Madeleine Paula Bomer King Kong Theory Virginie Despentes Lee and Elaine Ann Rower Lightning Rods Helen DeWitt Loitering With Intent Muriel Spark Lolly Willowes Sylvia Townsend Warner Maidenhead Tamara Faith Berger Making Scenes Adrienne Eisen "The gangs of girls marched into where we lived like they were welcome. (And, to be fair, they had been once…) They knew from how they’d known us then where we kept what was dear to us. They knew where we hid our special secrets. " -Rebecca Brown, “The Ruined City” from The Terrible Girls Margaret the First Danielle Dutton Mean Myriam Gurba Meaty Samantha Irby Mercury Ariana Reines My Body Is a Book of Rules Elissa Washuta My Brilliant Friend Elena Ferrante Nevada Imogen Binnie Nine Months Paula Bomer No More Nice Girls Ellen Willis No Regrets Dayna Tortoricci Notice Heather Lewis One More for the People Martha Grover "Poetry is not evidence, it is and it is not not not. Somebody is lying about the moon disappearing." -Melissa Broder, “Dark Poem” Our Spoons Came From Woolworths Barbara Comyns Painting Their Portraits In Winter Myriam Gurba Pity the Animal Chelsea Hodson Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work Melissa Gira Grant Pretend I’m Dead Jen Beagin Problems Jade Sharma Promising Young Women Suzanne Scanlon Prostitute Laundry Charlotte Shane Scarecrone Melissa Broder Sempre Susan Sigrid Nunez Socialist Realism Trisha Low Speedboat Renata Adler I opened my eye. It was not confronted by pussy. That onslaught only happened in Tío Miguel’s room. If Abuelito was hogging the bathroom, the only other toilet you could use was Miguel’s, and to earn relief you had to journey through the labyrinth of pornography that filled his bedroom. Even on his toilet, Miguel treated you to muff. On the door across from his commode hung a life-size poster of a lady in a see-through blouse splaying herself, Georgia O'Keefing you as things shot out of your own flower. I minded all the pussy but, at the same time, part of me welcomed it. Myriam Gurba, “Georges Bataille, Look Into My Eye” Surveys Natasha Stagg Temporary Hilary Leichter The Autobiography of Daniel J. Isengart Filip Noterdaeme the buddhist Dodie Bellamy The Compleat Purge Trisha Low The Correspondence Artist Barbara Browning The Days of Abandonment Elena Ferrante The Gift Barbara Browning The Selected Jenny Zhang Jenny Zhang The Terrible Girls Rebecca Brown The Wallcreeper Nell Zink Thérèse and Isabelle Violette Leduc In his review of Intra-Venus, Hannah's posthumous show, Ralph Rugoff describes the artist's startling photos of her naked cancer-ridden body as "a deeply thrilling venture into narcissism." As if the only possible reason for a woman to publically reveal herself could be self-therapeutic. As if the point was not to reveal the circumstances of one's own objectification. Chris Kraus, I Love Dick Things to Make and Break May-Lan Tan Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead Barbara Comyns Yokohama Threeway Beth Lisick
"The sheets in the photographs match the sheets on the bed. The body looks good. The face isn't much. I smile. I'm one of them now, a blade in the guts of some future girl." From Things to Make and Break, by May-Lan Tan
"The gangs of girls marched into where we lived like they were welcome. (And, to be fair, they had been once…) They knew from how they’d known us then where we kept what was dear to us. They knew where we hid our special secrets. " -Rebecca Brown, “The Ruined City” from The Terrible Girls
"Poetry is not evidence, it is and it is not not not. Somebody is lying about the moon disappearing." -Melissa Broder, “Dark Poem”
I opened my eye. It was not confronted by pussy. That onslaught only happened in Tío Miguel’s room. If Abuelito was hogging the bathroom, the only other toilet you could use was Miguel’s, and to earn relief you had to journey through the labyrinth of pornography that filled his bedroom. Even on his toilet, Miguel treated you to muff. On the door across from his commode hung a life-size poster of a lady in a see-through blouse splaying herself, Georgia O'Keefing you as things shot out of your own flower. I minded all the pussy but, at the same time, part of me welcomed it. Myriam Gurba, “Georges Bataille, Look Into My Eye”
In his review of Intra-Venus, Hannah's posthumous show, Ralph Rugoff describes the artist's startling photos of her naked cancer-ridden body as "a deeply thrilling venture into narcissism." As if the only possible reason for a woman to publically reveal herself could be self-therapeutic. As if the point was not to reveal the circumstances of one's own objectification. Chris Kraus, I Love Dick