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On the Cover 3.3

The Beautiful: small scale, gentle luminosity.Sublime: territorial, vast, craggy, un-domesticated, borderless, immense, unknown,awful, monumental, transcendent, transcending. —Elizabeth Alexander, “American Sublime” Amy Sherald’s current exhibit at the Whitney Museum of American Art, American Sublime, fills in through image and word a crucial absence in American painting. Sherald’s portraits stake their territory neither in the wilderness or land to be conquered, nor in the transcendent as conceived by American Protestant traditions. Instead the subjects of these paintings

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Editors’ Letter 3.3

Dear Readers, In the latest entry in total waste of time, I spent an hour disabling the default AI writing features that, in the last few months, have invaded my email (Google) and the software I use to draft articles (Word). Words and whole sentences are suggested, in a reputedly “personal” style, interrupting my own train of thought. After I erase them, they remain in my mind’s eye, an afterburn, while I try to recall

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Poetry Comment 3.3

Is there any subject that has the reader more auto-matically on a poet’s side than the death of someone beloved? Not only is it a universal experience, it’s one that grows ever more common the older we get. The classic elegies are for the young—Ben Jonson on the death of his small son, Theodore Roethke’s “Elegy for Jane: My Student, Thrown by a Horse.” Now that we have more older women poets, widowhood is coming

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“New York Love Stories” on the Criterion Channel

Courtesy of the Criterion Channel. Joan Micklin Silver’s romantic comedy Crossing Delancey (1988) opens in a dimly lit bookstore on the Upper East Side. “They want to pull us down and make something clean and tall and obscenely profitable arise out of our ashes,” the bookstore’s owner tells a group of literary luminaries assembled for a fundraiser. “But we are here! . . . New York’s last real bookstore will be around for a good

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On the Sixtieth Anniversary of Agnès Varda’s “Le bonheur”

A still from Le bonheur (1965). In the summer in New York City, every bodega you pass sells flowers, and every bodega selling flowers sells sunflowers, which do look a lot like the sun as a child might draw the sun: with distinct triangular rays and a smiling brown face in the center. Sixty years ago, Agnès Varda opened her film Le bonheur with an image of a sunflower, a florist’s symbol of loyalty. Did

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How Liz Wallace’s “The Rule” Became Alison’s “Bechdel Test”

The Bechdel Test has become shorthand, a feminist seal of approval for movie goers who care about broadening roles for broads. Alison Bechdel’s papers at Smith College’s women’s history collection offer a fascinating glimpse into her creative process making Dykes to Watch Out For, including an installment in 1986 titled “The Rule” that spawned her most far-reaching contribution to culture.  Bechdel’s first drafts tended to be notes scrawled on a storyboard, no images yet, with

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“Liberation,” Roundabout Theatre Company, New York, NY
“Free to Be . . . You and Me: 50 Years of Stories and Songs,” The Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art, Amherst, MA
“Macbeth in Stride,” Brooklyn Academy of Music, Brooklyn, NY

Along with the National Organization for Women and the American Association of University Women (AAUW), Ms. magazine was feminism when I was a kid. I grew up in 1970s Fargo, where my mom subscribed to Ms. and was a member of AAUW. A Ms. mom was different than a mom who read Ladies’ Home Journal, less likely to sew clothes for your Barbie doll or make bread-dough ornaments (though my mom baked her own bread).

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Sandwiches

Many times, on studio visits to friends, when I didn’t entirely love the work,I would exclaim, “Beautiful loft.” After, when we had left the neighborhood forever and life had become quiet and difficult, I thought about the parties. Every day in SoHo was the same: you worked, drank, stayed up late. Weekends didn’t matter. So parties came on Tuesday or Thursday, after openings. The whole pregame ritual of it—pulling on jeans and a sweater, doing

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“The art of becoming”

At six, I wanted to be a bird.At twelve, invisible.At twenty, someone else—anyone else. Now, finally,I’m learning the slow alchemyof inhabiting this skin,this particular collectionof scars and stories.How strange that it takeshalf a lifetime to arriveat your own door,to knock and be answeredby the person you’ve beenbecoming all along.Some metamorphoseshappen in reverse:the butterfly returnsto essential form,finds the chrysaliswas always optional . . . Subscriber Access Required This article is available to paid subscribers with digital

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“Ash November” & “Minimalism”

Ash November They are saying AI is a poet now, that you are ashes now. That the drink killed you. They are saying that the “working class” has united against itself.I am taking this personally. The poor have “decision fatigue” and now we all do, unfortunate revision of solidarity. You dodged this by dying, soft hair pressed to the pillow, now: the Worldwide Wrestling Regime. Like a cartoon dog hit on the head with a

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