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The Kills - Impossible Tracks

Taken from “Ash & Ice” — the brand new album from The Kills, out now.

Director: Ellis Bahl
DP: Alex Fischer
Editor: Vern Moen
Production Company: Wondros
Producer: Jess Langley

Nocturnal Animals

From writer/director Tom Ford comes a haunting romantic thriller of shocking intimacy and gripping tension that explores the thin lines between love and cruelty, and revenge and redemption. Academy Award nominees Amy Adams and Jake Gyllenhaal star as a divorced couple discovering dark truths about each other and themselves in “Nocturnal Animals.”

Donald Hall - The Black-Faced Sheep

If one of you found a gap in a stone wall,

the rest of you—rams, ewes, bucks, wethers, lambs;

mothers and daughters, old grandfather-father,

cousins and aunts, small bleating sons—

followed onward, stupid

as sheep, wherever

your leader’s sheep-brain wandered to.

My grandfather spent all day searching the valley

and edges of Ragged Mountain,

calling “Ke-day!” as if he brought you salt,

“Ke-day! Ke-day!”

***

When the shirt wore out, and darns in the woolen

shirt needed darning,

a woman in a...

Tom Waits - Day After Tomorrow

I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here
I can't wait to see you all
And I'm counting the days, dear
I still believe that there's gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow

It is so hard
And it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border
But I miss you won't believe
Shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes
Every...

Chrysta Bell & David Lynch - Night Ride

"Night Ride" taken from Chrysta Bell's upcoming EP "Somewhere in the Nowhere" produced by David Lynch. Directed by Joseph Skorman. Starring Chrysta Bell and Joseph Skorman.

Peter Gizzi - Lessons in Darkness

Those notes are fetching
when they touch the ear.
It's true, there are more tears
in sand than water.
"Come out and play,"
the song's refrain
in my head, my sawdust showing.
My heart, your eyes
is what the day made.

There, the notes, the song,
the besidedness to live
on Saturday, to walk out,
wanted to, right out the frame.
The sadness, gas pumps,
sunshine on oil,
that crow overhead
destroys the picture.
Everything faking it so badly.

What's so wrong about the real,
so off with clarity,
dumbfuck...

Dreams

Live without limits. Westworld, the new HBO series, premieres 10/2 at 9PM.

Yuge Zhou

Yuge Zhou 周雨歌 is an artist and graphic designer from Beijing, China. She currently lives in Chicago, IL and works as a curator, creative director and contributor for the 3300-square foot Riverside Wall, the largest new media and video art installation in Chicago (due to launch in 2017). The installation will feature commissioned artwork by world-renowned media artists, emerging artists as well as collaborative groups of students and educators. Zhou earned her MFA from the Visual Communication...

Kevin Young - Beyond Words

Mudd Club 4th floor gallery
Manhattan, April 1981

If you bomb

the IND

or tag the 2

downtown

—gallery-bound—

dousing it in tribal

shrapnel, you're it

—the shit—

If you can lie

between the rails

—Please Stand

Clear the Closing—

or press yourselves

betw. train

& the wall

spray can rattling

like a tooth—The roof

the roof

the roof is on

fire—soon

the 6 will whistle

past, swinging

like a night stick—

Officer Pup throwing

a brick

@ that Mouse

Ignatz, in love—

#$!?!!!!—then

you...

Rita Dove - Dawn Revisited

Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don't look back,

the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits -
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours

to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You'll never know
who's down there, frying those eggs,
if you don't get up and see.