Welcome to Morphizm’s collection of my Salon column, “Writing in the Margins.” I’d like to thank my editor, my family and, most importantly, my planet.
Dan Clowes releases a new ‘Eightball’ and follows up ‘Ghost World’ with another feature film, ‘Art School Confidential.’ At what point does ‘undergound comic artist’ lose its meaning?
The Pixies cast a long shadow over modern rock’s past — and future.
With their new album, the indie-rock impresarios of Pinback have crafted their most exquisite offering, a release equally packed with dark, foreboding lyrics and meticulous sonic structures.
Black Francis summarily reformed the band 12 years after they’d called it quits, and set about touring the world like nothing ever happened.
“Look, I’m a recovering addict – I don’t believe in accidents. I believe that when a tiny place halfway around the world keeps demanding our time and attention over and over again, then it’s because we didn’t do something right.”
Art and politics blur at your local concert venue, where artists from Ani DiFranco to Pearl Jam are making voter turnout their mission.
That the American intelligentsia finally seems ready to admit that Spiegelman was speaking truth to power in the dark years of 2002 and 2003 ought to make us sleep a little better at night
Margaret Cho is taking her revolution to the streets. The most difficult part of revolution? Feeling you deserve one.
Slam poet Saul Williams’ reality is a lyrical one. But don’t tell him he’s keepin’ it real.
They are standing in the way of history, trying to turn everything, politically and spiritually, back to a medieval vision of the world. Whereas they’re perfectly entitled to have whatever worldview they like, I would suggest that humanity is moving in a forward direction.
“Boon and I were very conversational; we would literally talk about everything all day long.”
“I think poetry is more popular now than it has been in the last 100 years, at least.”
“We just feel each other. And it’s good to see that spark in the younger generation. “
“Anywhere else, you would have a conversation on how unacceptable this is,” Richter explains. “But a fan of the absurd would say, ‘Where do we start?’“
Lynch’s style became his signature, to the point where reviewers, unable to comprehend, simply claimed that Lynch was being Lynch.