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Masha Tupitsyn
Masha Tupitsyn is a writer, critic, and multi-media artist. She is the author of the books Like Someone in Love: An Addendum to Love Dog, Love Dog, LACONIA: 1,200 Tweets on Film Beauty Talk & Monsters, the anthology Life As We Show It: Writing on Film. In 2015, she completed the film Love Sounds, a 24-hour audio-essay and history of love in English-speaking cinema. Her fiction and criticism have appeared in numerous anthologies and journals. She teaches film and gender studies at The New School. Her new film, Time Tells, is forthcoming in 2017.

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The Rights Of Nerves

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September 2016

Masha Tupitsyn

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September 2016

‘I transform “Work” in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real “Work” — of writing.’ — Roland Barthes, Mourning...

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December 2013

When We Were Here: The 1990s in Film

Masha Tupitsyn

Art

December 2013

‘I remember touch. Pictures came with touch.’ -Daft Punk, ‘Touch’   In the 1990s, three important pre post-reality films...

  DON’T GIVE UP THE FIGHT   While cavorting in a field, the wild horse felt overjoyed to see a water hose flailing in all directions, water spraying from it fearsomely as the farmer tried in vain to grab hold of it The horse shouted as loud as he could, encouraging the hose, ‘Don’t give up the fight!’   The hose answered him enthusiastically, ‘Right on my friend!’         THE SHADOW   A terrible shadow spread slowly over the heads of the people, hiding from them the rays of the sun No one dared look up to see the reason, instead they bent their heads even more than before while the huge shadow crept ever faster Finally their days turned into the longest of nights Life came to a stop Daily activities stumbled Sadness and depression spread throughout the country But still no one dared to think even for a second to raise his head   Rumours began to marry crazily and beget huge numbers of sons of all shapes and colours Some said it was punishment from God for the people’s level of moral decline and their heedlessness of principles and values Others said it was a swarm of locusts such as had never been seen in all of human history and that it might last for many months Scientists maintained that the lunar eclipse and the solar eclipse had become intermeshed and that this had formed the persistent black night Life remained in this stumbling and sluggish state The foundations of the civilisation on which the country had risen were broken and it fell to the earth with a terrible, loud sound This caused its neighbours great joy and delight in its misfortune A swampy tide of myths and rumours covered the country The people began to suffer from pains in their backs and necks   Finally a courageous young man appeared who decided to raise his head to the sky, despite the warnings of his family and friends, so that he might know the nature of this terrible thing that had entirely destroyed his

Contributor

August 2014

Masha Tupitsyn

Contributor

August 2014

Masha Tupitsyn is a writer, critic, and multi-media artist. She is the author of the books Like Someone in Love:...

Love Dog

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July 2013

Masha Tupitsyn

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July 2013

11 22 2011 – LOVE DOG     For months Hamlet has been floating around. Its book covers popping up everywhere. Non sequitur references...
Famous Tombs: Love in the 90s

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February 2013

Masha Tupitsyn

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February 2013

‘However, somebody killed something: that’s clear, at any rate—’ Through The Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll   I. BEGINNING   I was a pre-teen when...

READ NEXT

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June 2017

Oberhausen Film Festival

Tom Overton

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June 2017

Such film festivals – those extraordinary clusters of images, transports of light, of virtual worlds scattered across a real...

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May 2014

The Quick Time Event

David Auerbach

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May 2014

The ability of computers to semantically understand the world – and the humans in it – is next to...

fiction

June 2016

Beast

Paul Kingsnorth

fiction

June 2016

I stood in the river up to my knees and the river was cold. The water filled my boots...

 

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