Keith Calhoun / Chandra McCormick

Artists Grapple With America’s Prison System

The New York Times

For several weeks in February and March, the Whitney Museum’s fifth-floor gallery has been drenched in the slamming of gates, the rattling of keys and the bellowing of prisoners and guards. The artist Andrea Fraser recorded the sounds at Sing Sing, the infamous prison 34 miles up the Hudson River, then fed them into a gallery that’s roughly the same size as the prison’s A Block.

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Reinhard Hunger


Psychology Today

A 22-year-old college junior majoring in English literature, Beatrice had barely left her room in two weeks. At first, she’d had a gnawing sense that her friends were talking about her behind her back, privately hissing about what a terrible person she was. Soon, glances from family members telegraphed that they too were against her. She barricaded herself in her room. Her interest in food and sleep faded. She had a powerful urge to keep the TV on.

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The Cruelty of Kindness

Aeon Magazine

The ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’ brand was based on a wholesome and noble sentiment. But with little to no oversight, it fosters an underbelly that has left the no-kill movement in crisis.The promise of life often leaves animals languishing in cages or transferred from foster home to foster home for years. They are given out sick, with minimal to no prior medical care. Hardly a day goes by when a rescue isn’t exposed for hoarding.

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Kathryn Kolb

King of Kudzu

Orion Magazine

King Kudzu sits next to his little house by the side of Route 441 surrounded by reindeer. There is kudzu everywhere. Kudzu stars, kudzu Christmas trees, kudzu angels. It is only late August, but already the King is getting ready for Christmas, the busiest season of the year. He is the creator, soaking and cutting and weaving and bending while occasionally glancing up at the sky. The early fog has risen, making space for the summer sun.

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The Answer Is Never


The mainstream conversation is colored by if-arguments, eerily reminiscent of the 1950s, when women without children were pitied (and, possibly, pitied themselves). If I had found the right partner… If I had had enough money… I don’t have any if-arguments (which doesn’t mean that things don’t go wrong in my life). I simply never wanted to have children. Not when I was 20, not when I was 30 and not today.

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Billy Hayes

Swimming with Oliver Sacks

The Paris Review

Every morning a group of us, including Oliver, would swim across Eagle Lake. Our host, Harriet, insisted on accompanying us in her little metal boat. The motorboats that in recent years had taken over the tranquil lake could not be trusted; it would be easier for them to spot a little boat powered by a very tall and assertive woman than the school of little fish that we were.
Oliver wore a red bathing cap.

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The Orphan Zoo

Thought Catalog Books

For her multimedia ebook The Orphan Zoo Sabine Heinlein spent almost a year reporting at “The Farm,” a program for mental patients at the notorious Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens. Originally designed to teach its “members” confidence and skills by caring for animals and plants, the farmland had been fallow for years, the animals were neglected and at dawn drug dealers gathered around the nearby picnic tables.

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Poets & Writers

You can never remove yourself from the place that raised you through mere distance. I was born and raised in a small town in Bavaria, Germany. Now I live and write in New York. I used to write in German but switched to writing in English ten years ago. Does that make me a German writer in exile, or an American writer who hails from abroad? I was never much interested in taxonomies, and maybe therein lies a clue to my cultural identity as a writer.

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