Poem: J.A. Dela Cruz-Smith

/ J.A. Dela Cruz-Smith / Poetry
Love Letter from Impostor Syndrome Dear Evening’s biography of you forgetting your own name— To […]

In defense of stupidity — on love & marriage

/ Jeremy Fernando / Misc
To wed is not only to pledge oneself, to make a vow but to also make a wager, to place a bet on a future.

MISFIT DOC: Love Stories

Merge Love With Knowledge

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Streisand is smarter than to simply give us the ending we want and crave.

Poem: Kallie Falandays

In the Late 90s

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
In the late 90s, I got a video camera and lived with my boyfriend in Provincetown during the summer.

The Other Side of Mistrust

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
“I don’t trust anybody but you.” A line that has always resonated with me.

The Too Much and the Too Little

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Teaching Moonstruck today and relating it to the question of productive frustration in love. Why we need to be frustrated before we can love.

Poem: Gary Nihsen

/ Gary Nihsen / Poetry
'when we run out of things to talk about that silence is neither storm-worthy nor sinkable'

Wanted to Say Hi

Spend the Night

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
If we can’t learn to live with and love being frustrated by the person we love, then it is because we are too busy “loving” not ever being close enough to anyone or anything to be changed or touched by it.

Female Sexual Independence

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
The “crime” at the center of the film is just a cover for the problem of female sexual independence.

Sudden Invitation to Coffee

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
After so much time has passed, you hear a voice. You hear my voice. But you don’t listen.

Same Question

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
By your response to danger it is easy to tell how you have lived and what has been done to you.

Lost in Loss

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Every time I reread Freud’s Mourning & Melancholia, I understand it—the pathology of male melancholy—in a new way.

Loving, Losing

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Perhaps, rather, one mourns when one accepts that by the loss one undergoes one will be changed, possibly forever.

Poems: Hawa Allan

Empath and Psychic

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
The way heartbreak, time, fate, and second sight converge and play out in this scene from The Dead Zone, beginning @4:41 min.

Badii Asks

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Badii asks everyone a lot of questions—a major sign of life.

Their Eyes Are So Close

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
The world is falling apart fast, making happiness something very complicated.

Any Faith in Men

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Taking screenshots of time-montages in The Way We Were for TIME TELLS. The movie always makes me cry.

Look at Computers All Day and All Night

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
In an interview, Prince stated that the body wasn’t meant to take in constant media.

Not Drinking or Dancing

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
I keep thinking how ethics is this weird word no one uses or thinks about anymore.

Game Review: Layers of Fear

Review: I’m very into you

/ Allison Grimaldi-Donahue / Reviews
Discussed: I'm very into you: Correspondence 1995-1996 by Kathy Acker and McKenzie Wark Semiotext(e) 2015 […]