Reviewed by Paul Pescador Let’s start by talking about the manner in which he sits in bed on his phone and listens, listen to another describe to him what they see on television (soap opera, commercials, etc) and through this we also become listeners. We absorb these banal unimportant moments, half-formed thoughts that pour out of each. I read through conversations he has with them. Always an A and B conversation, in which he is A and B is someone else, a close confidante or a recent acquaintance. We only get hints. He doesn’t need much…
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I Remember
Reviewed by Paul Pescador I read details of Brainard’s early sexual experience at MoMA. I’m standing on the train and he moves one seat over so that I can sit down. My shoes are untied as I walk and each time I re-tie them, the other one loosens, soon both are untied, flopping down the street. I read, “I remember thinking I was a great artist.” My heart breaks. “I remember that I was serious then and I am still serious now.” He talks about the flavor of ice cream, the awkwardness of wet…
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