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Kevin Brazil
Kevin Brazil is a writer and critic who lives in London. His writing has appeared in Granta, The White Review, the London Review of Books, the Times Literary Supplement, Art Review, art-agenda, Studio International, and elsewhere. He is writing a book about queer happiness.

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Interview with Sianne Ngai

Interview

October 2020

Kevin Brazil

Interview

October 2020

Over the past fifteen years, Sianne Ngai has created a taxonomy of the aesthetic features of contemporary capitalism: the emotions it provokes, the judgements...

Essay

Issue No. 28

Fear of a Gay Planet

Kevin Brazil

Essay

Issue No. 28

In Robert Ferro’s 1988 novel Second Son, Mark Valerian suffers from an unnamed illness afflicting gay men, spread by...

who bravely blasts their breath through the horn flares of gloomy streets, into dripping construction trailers, dropped by the dead, the dull anxiety of homeowners, clutching sausage and cookies under their arms   phalanges rattle over a piano smashed in the Winter Palace I am only dreaming this, only dreaming   hare krishnas shaved like newly-weds push through the cotton frost   * an oblate antifascist in the metro crush secretly broadcasts through his horn with blood   a coded sound – a French horn, in comes an orchestra of autists in magic carriages to the cackling of iron actors and the chatter of the auction   a sale on scorched backwater ontology in the slime of pudenda I am only dreaming this, only dreaming   * cloudy beer without foam, where god lives in the uncanny consciousness of poets hovering over a supper of bread alone and world news, grunting in wonder:   look it’s snowing, tucking away the ashes in ovens and vases with care   sitting turkish-style (or indian-style, as you lot say) online you broadcast something from the loudspeaker of opposition, like a lackey, with restless glances into worn lacunas,   * into the cartography of the place – right here, syria moves fast along the fingernail’s edge, turkey’s stuffing bombardments down its throat, and in its breast france’s flywheel spins, here a steel voice gnaws through the frame of leviathan, that drunk crocodile…   winter diary: I came to you to find freedom, to take you by the hand, to take in your last warmth you won’t say no to one last meeting, will you?   * Lenin flows by fast   in the statuary stillness of private meetings, private unions, Lenin’s speech hangs over this place like a butcher’s apron sanitized with bleach   pigs squealing, cutting through Nevsky Prospect dull eyes,    and a knot of new year’s snakes on a head without a face a black Škoda and half a body fallen half way out – at the breast on the Field of Mars   the butcher’s ballet and the icy swings of tear-stained acid trips, covering the eternal flame

Contributor

March 2018

Kevin Brazil

Contributor

March 2018

Kevin Brazil is a writer and critic who lives in London. His writing has appeared in Granta, The White Review, the London...

Interview with Terre Thaemlitz

Interview

March 2018

Kevin Brazil

Interview

March 2018

In the first room of Terre Thaemlitz’s 2017 exhibition ‘INTERSTICES’, at Auto Italia in London, columns of white text ran across one wall. Thaemlitz...

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feature

Issue No. 13

Writers from the Old Days

Enrique Vila-Matas

TR. J. S. Tennant

feature

Issue No. 13

Augusto Monterroso wrote that sooner or later the Latin American writer faces three possible fates: exile, imprisonment or burial....

feature

October 2012

Pressed Up Against the Immediate

Rye Dag Holmboe

feature

October 2012

The author Philip Pullman recently criticised the overuse of the present tense in contemporary literature, a criticism he stretched...

fiction

November 2012

Religion and the Movies

Aidan Cottrell Boyce

fiction

November 2012

When the Roman Empire ruled the world, you could make it work for you. The women, the hospitality. You...

 

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