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Tausif Noor
Tausif Noor is a critic and doctoral student at the University of California Berkeley, where he studies modern and contemporary art history. His writing on art, literature, and visual culture appears in Artforum, frieze, The Nation, The New York Times and other venues, as well as in artist catalogues and various edited volumes.

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Devil in the Detail: on Leesa Gazi’s ‘Hellfire’

Book Review

July 2021

Tausif Noor

Book Review

July 2021

British-Bangladeshi novelist Tahmima Anam’s debut A Golden Age (2007) tracks the early stirrings of revolution in East Bengal from the 1950s to the climax...

Art Review

May 2019

Simone Fattal, Works and Days

Tausif Noor

Art Review

May 2019

For the last five decades, Simone Fattal has produced works that refract the particularities of the present vis-à-vis a...

Diana’s Tree, Alejandra Pizarnik’s fourth collection, was published in 1962, when the poet was barely 26 years old Named after a tree-shaped silvery amalgam that alchemists referred to as the Philosopher’s Tree, the book’s title made subtle allusions to the cult of Artemis, the pursuit of knowledge and the poet’s native Argentina With it, Pizarnik would establish the poetic voice that had already garnered her recognition in Buenos Aires and among her circle of literary expats in Paris Diana’s Tree is a cycle of thirty-eight poems The pieces published in this issue speak to the assurance of a poetic voice that is already experimenting with new ideas of temporality and paradox —Y S *   15 I miss forgetting the hour of my birth I miss no longer playing the role of recent arrival       *       16 you have built your house you have feathered your birds you have beaten against the wind with your own bones you have finished on your own what no one ever started       *       17 Days when a distant word takes hold of me I go through those days, sleepwalking and transparent The beautiful wind-up doll sings to herself, charms herself, tells herself stuff and stories: a nest made of stiff thread where I dance and lament myself at my countless funerals (She is her own blazing mirror, her spare for the cold bonfires, her mystical element, her adultery with the names that crop up alone on pallid evenings)       *       18 like a poem that’s aware of the silence of things you speak so as not to see me     *     This sequence of poems was selected for inclusion in the January 2015 Translation Issue by Daniel Medin, a contributing editor of The White Review He helps direct the Center for Writers and Translators at the American University of Paris, and is an editor of The Cahiers Series and Music & Literature

Contributor

March 2018

Tausif Noor

Contributor

March 2018

Tausif Noor is a critic and doctoral student at the University of California Berkeley, where he studies modern and contemporary art...

INTERVIEW WITH ANAND PATWARDHAN

Art Review

July 2018

Tausif Noor

Art Review

July 2018

By the late 1990s a right wing government in the shape of a BJP-Shiv Sena alliance had come to power for the first time...
Danh Vo, Take My Breath Away

Art Review

April 2018

Tausif Noor

Art Review

April 2018

‘When you love, you are nailed to the cross,’ says a character in Rainer Fassbinder’s film In a Year of 13 Moons (1978). In...

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feature

May 2016

Cinema on the Page

Jonathan Gibbs

feature

May 2016

Film is a bully. It wants to make its viewers feel, and it has the tools to do so....

feature

Issue No. 4

Tibetan Kitsch

Evan Harris

feature

Issue No. 4

I first glimpsed the Potala Palace behind the bending legs of a prostitute. She swayed, obscuring a vista of...

poetry

January 2012

Tynemouth Lodge

W. N. Herbert

poetry

January 2012

‘Sometimes I go to the tavern and get drunk.          What of it?’                                 Nesimi 1 Bars tend us...

 

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