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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...

Bound with animal fat, milk, or blood, Roman concrete is hardened over time Less water would ordinarily mean a less workable, yet stronger setting substance – concrete production being a tireless balance between liquid and solid against stability – but sanguine additives introduced bubbles of air, like tiny vehicles for the movement of solid materials through the cement, enabling flow and so multiplying the minutes between the mixing of the concrete and the moment it set for good A splash of water could be sacrificed without reduced workability Once the concrete set, each entrained microdwelling of air became a pore, allowing the now solid structure to absorb new water and for this to freeze, thaw, and exit the artificial stone without fracturing its temporary home In correspondence to the civilisation itself, strength was won and growth quickened with blood The first Pantheon was erected following the determining sea-fought battle of that last war of the Republic – the fight that saw Cleopatra exit, like a descendant of so many kings, with an asp to her breast Its replacement, built under Hadrian – concrete beneath brick – still stands The resistance of this ancient concrete was forged at scorching temperatures, the ash of Vesuvian eruptions precooked just as the limestone in Portland cement is sintered to clinker today Two parts volcanic mortar to one part lime; blood for tenacity; horsehair to reduce shrinking; laid by hand in line with its aggregate It built the Pantheon, the Colosseum, it rebuilt much of Rome and thousands of miles of road These days a soupier substance is needed to flow through machinery Watered down by industrialisation, and for the sake of economy, it is required to move faster, to build more It arrives ready mixed, slow-setting, weaker and bloodless Its quickflow corpus is reinforced now by steel; cracks begin to appear much earlier on   As the Empire faded, so too did the common use of concrete, its systematic application being the stuff of large-scale bureaucracy The Middle Ages had concrete, but not as much, nor as strong, nor so persistent In building material circles, it

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August 2014

Masha Tupitsyn

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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...

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poetry

January 2016

Sex-Desert

Galina Rymbu

TR. Joan Brooks

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January 2016

I’m screaming lying alone in this settlement     everything empty only emptiness sex – is a desert  ...

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July 2012

Fig-tree

John Clegg

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July 2012

He trepans with the blunt screwdriver on his penknife: unripe figs require the touch of air on flesh to...

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March 2017

Two Poems

Uljana Wolf

TR. Sophie Seita

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March 2017

Mittens   winter came, stretched its frames, wove misty threads into the damp   wood. fogged windows, we didn’t...

 

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