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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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Alvaro Barrington, Garvey: Sex Love Nurturing Famalay

Art Review

October 2019

Kevin Brazil

Art Review

October 2019

The unofficial anthem of this year’s London Carnival was ‘Famalay’, a bouyon-influenced soca song that won the Road March in Trinidad & Tobago’s Carnival...

Essay

October 2018

The Uses of Queer Art

Kevin Brazil

Essay

October 2018

In June 2018 a crowd assembled in Tate Britain to ask: ‘What does a queer museum look like?’ Surrounded...

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

Contributor

July 2018

Kevin Brazil

Contributor

July 2018

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

Nora Ikstena's ‘Soviet Milk’

Book Review

August 2018

Kevin Brazil

Book Review

August 2018

Soviet Milk by Nora Ikstena opens with two women who cannot remember. ‘I don’t remember 15 October 1969,’ says the first. ‘I don’t remember...

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fiction

Issue No. 2

Cafédämmerung

Joshua Cohen

fiction

Issue No. 2

It was even worse in Prague [than in Cuba]. The only reason they got upset with me — I was...

poetry

July 2014

Little Pistorius in a Sleevelet of Mirrors

Joyelle McSweeney

poetry

July 2014

INSERT: Little Pistorius in a Sleevelet of Mirrors A ballet performed by the corps du ballet of S——– to...

Interview

November 2016

Interview with Njideka Akunyili Crosby

Cassie Davies

Interview

November 2016

Njideka Akunyili Crosby first encountered Mary Louise Pratt’s ‘Arts of the Contact Zone’ (1991), which identifies ‘social spaces where cultures meet,...

 

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