Come On Up, Sweetheart
In an “intensely private encounter” with the personal letters of James Baldwin, Ed Pavlić uncovers various selves – writer, lover, brother, son – and the copious and conflicted record of the author’s creation over decades. “What’s happening to we?” SZA, “Warm Winds” (2015) “Incoherence” was James Baldwin’s favourite word to describe Americans’ chronic inability to […]
Portrait of the Artist as a Daughter
by Ed Pavlić. “Where material is absent, dialectics is groundless.” – James Snead, “On Repetition in Black Culture” “For me to go find my father,” writes Harmony Holiday, “has meant to fall in love or infatuation with black artists who are a lot like him. This search morphs from being about one man, to being about […]
Who’s Free, Who’s Not, Who Was, Who Wasn’t, and Who’s Dead: And, Are You Sure You Know Which Way Is Up?
A Letter from Istanbul by Ed Pavlic Trayvon remains underground, to my knowledge he hasn’t arisen. No Ascension nor Assumption. He’ll never be a free man, again. True. Last week in Douala, Cameroon, on the other hand, a crowd spent four hours lynching a suspected criminal, waking him up, and apparently lynching him all over […]