When we encounter images of the dead, how does looking proceed? It might begin with mourning, a mourning that clouds the image the way the oils on human skin cloud glass, because we know what comes after the image.
Reading Mourning Diary, I had the strange experience of feeling transported, through Barthes’s language, back across contours of my own mourning.
In 1937, when Agee posted his list to the folks at Guggenheim, he was awe-struck, still a Southern boy in NYC , a writer entering maturity.
The guard was circulating through the halls to announce that it was closing time, but it was only 4:45—fifteen minutes should have been left for stragglers to wander.
Chris Thornton and Juan Cole on Iran today (with a portfolio of photographs) … Jennifer Robertson on historical forgetting and contemporary Japanese art … Philip Beidler on Vonnegut’s Dresden … Anis Shivani on the new poetry of lament … Stories by David Huddle, Nancy Reisman, Sharon Pomerantz … Poems by Albert Goldbarth, Sam Taylor, and Beckian Fritz Goldberg …