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Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

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Issy Wood, When You I Feel

Art Review

December 2017

Robert Assaye

Art Review

December 2017

At the centre of Issy Wood’s solo exhibition at Carlos/Ishikawa is a room-within-a room. The division of the gallery into two viewing spaces –...

Art

April 2017

'Learning from Athens'

Robert Assaye

Art

April 2017

The history of Documenta, a quinquennial contemporary art exhibition founded in the German city of Kassel in 1955, is...

I A Cosmopolitan Avenue   …where a girl pretends the whole city is dead She is too old for games like this one, but she indulges herself anyway, dangling her legs from a low structural wall outside her parents’ house Sunlight moves across her knees Her eyes and scalp itch with hay fever She’s been eating too much dairy and her guts don’t feel well   In her fantasy, the project of living turns predatory and meaningful The population has almost disappeared but buildings and infrastructure remain, jutting from the landscape like the bones of a carcass She says, nearly in prayer, ‘This is the future’ An annulment of time There are no other countries There is a yellow star but no sun, a white rock in the night sky but no moon No evolution, no smart, no stupid, no college, no virginity, no cellphone, no money, no exercise Strange, windy new gods blow in and she announces their names from the highest empty skyscraper Scraps flicker along the empty streets Wild dogs hunt in the streets and sometimes she feeds on the carcasses they leave behind She has no family and no friends Without them she moves as sexless as thought, eating, sleeping, and copulating according to need, devoid of expectation, just a shape among shapes Her body hardens with muscle and instinct She imagines herself with a boy’s long back and long hair A flat chest   But in real life her breasts, already pendulous, stretch-marked, are growing larger She is smart and overweight She gets out of breath going up a flight of stairs Friends have lately taught her to smoke cigarettes and drink gin out of a plastic bottle She has never touched anyone else’s privates Sometimes, at night, she still frightens herself into hearing her own name when her parents aren’t home   In real life, it’s a Thursday, 11 am, mid-summer, and she has chores   Store: Eggs, eggplant, dish soap, kitty litter Money on fridge Bathroom: Clean sink, scrub tub Love, Mom   The two bills—ten and twenty—fit neatly into her back pocket She walks along the avenue towards the grocery store

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August 2014

Robert Assaye

Contributor

August 2014

Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

New Communities

Art

January 2017

Robert Assaye

Art

January 2017

DeviantArt is the world’s ‘largest online community of artists and art-lovers’ and its thirteenth largest social network. Its forty million members contribute to a...
The Land Art of Julie Brook

Art

Issue No. 4

Robert Assaye

Art

Issue No. 4

Julie Brook works with the land. Over the past twenty years she has lived and worked in a succession of inhospitable locations, creating sculptures...

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poetry

March 2013

Fugitive

James Byrne

poetry

March 2013

I trace the stacked voices of shouters how they immingle fraternally on first hearing with the vaporous nick of...

fiction

August 2013

How to Be an American

Will Heinrich

fiction

August 2013

Begin with a man on the beach. The sea is strangely iridescent, lighter in its lights and blacker in...

poetry

June 2015

Hotel

Mónica de la Torre

poetry

June 2015

Hotel   The housekeeper has children living in town with her but her husband and relatives are in Somalia....

 

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