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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

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December 2013

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

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

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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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Art

May 2012

Art's Fading Sway: Russian Ark by Aleksandr Sokurov

Scott Esposito

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May 2012

I have often fallen asleep in small theatres. It is an embarrassing thing to have happen during one-man shows,...

Prize Entry

April 2017

Abu One-Eye

Rav Grewal-Kök

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April 2017

He left two photographs.   In the first, his eldest brother balances him on a knee. It must be...

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June 2013

The Cherry Tree

Sheila Heti

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June 2013

That winter, all the plums froze. All the peaches froze and all the cherries froze, and everything froze so...

 

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