Artist Ivan de Monbrison finds landscapes in bodies and inspiration in Marsailles. Our art editor, Suzannah Showler, interviews him about technology, writing, the modern city and how art allows us a “bridge to the past.”
Reginald, who hated the sound of his own name, the sound of his own voice, made paper airplanes from the pages of used books. Reginald knew that this construction was not original. He didn’t know who, or when, or why, but he knew that the idea—tear the pages out of dime-store sci-fi novels, out of forgotten romance yarns—was one of those things that must have been done to death. He didn’t really care.
In SCUL, you’re not allowed to use anyone’s real name.
When you join, you pick a gang name, something that fits the sentence, “Don’t mess with (blank).” This, Skunk says, is so you have a secret identity in SCUL. You can be someone else when you ride. “Be the superhero you always knew you could be” is how Captain Underpants puts it.
In her review of George David Clark’s Reveille, poet Raena Shirali reconsiders the boundaries of existence and reverence as compiled in this lush and vibrant winner of the 2015 Miller Williams Poetry Prize.