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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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Interview with Sianne Ngai

Interview

October 2020

Kevin Brazil

Interview

October 2020

Over the past fifteen years, Sianne Ngai has created a taxonomy of the aesthetic features of contemporary capitalism: the emotions it provokes, the judgements...

Essay

Issue No. 28

Fear of a Gay Planet

Kevin Brazil

Essay

Issue No. 28

In Robert Ferro’s 1988 novel Second Son, Mark Valerian suffers from an unnamed illness afflicting gay men, spread by...

INTERROGATION (1)     Are you a witch?   Are you   Have you had relations with the devil?   Have you   Have you had relations with the devil and what took place?   I kissed him under the tail, it was a bit like soil, a bit like road tar when it heats up, he was flickering in pleasure, the field would be just the same when I tongue that, the bird’s feathers parting   What knowledge did the devil give you?   I built a house next to the sea, the roof is red/orange, the sky is a shaking plate of light peeling you back, there is grass out the front, some metal bins, you can see a lighthouse I began to sleep with the windows open, I began to creep along the bed to my own globe face in the mirror Sitting rubbed up in myself is this fierce fire, it does not come from me, even the stones in the drive are crackling with it   What did the devil make you do under his control?   His mother had just died We ate mint ice cream by the coffin, he was missing her, my sock was loose, we kept laughing   What is magic?   Picture an egg yolk, that huge yellow throw up sun Dementedly shining, falling out of itself, birthed and reverent   What is magic?    Little cracks coming in, small flaws in the glass, and the air slapping itself, you stand on a hill, things are mainly green and breakable, you think ok I’m not alone, but mainly, ok I was never alone, on a far off hill the earth is breaking up against the gas pressure of the sun, if there was ever anything to miss this is what you miss, how it’s beginning   What crimes have you enacted?   Love makes me forget myself sometimes I am horribly angry, I am sick with it, my vomit turns black, but this love I can’t explain it, beyond that it is exactly   What other witches/sorcerers have you conjured with?   S couldn’t eat The food was poor and cheap but not that She had these violet eyes   Have you taken black mass?   I’ve wondered why things turn Rustling and fluttering cells, the nib of the chest where what you might call soul slides out and enters a hyena fucking happily amongst the fruit rinds   What did the devil

Contributor

March 2018

Kevin Brazil

Contributor

March 2018

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

Interview with Terre Thaemlitz

Interview

March 2018

Kevin Brazil

Interview

March 2018

In the first room of Terre Thaemlitz’s 2017 exhibition ‘INTERSTICES’, at Auto Italia in London, columns of white text ran across one wall. Thaemlitz...

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feature

November 2015

Streets of Contradiction

feature

November 2015

Jerusalem has a remarkably cohesive identity, in architectural terms. Every building, from the Western Wall to the sleek hotels...

poetry

April 2014

Obsolescence

Joseph Mackertich

poetry

April 2014

A lot of people tell me my voice is similar to that of the actor Christopher Walken. I don’t...

fiction

Issue No. 8

Estate

China Miéville

fiction

Issue No. 8

Two nights running I woke up with my heart going crazy. The first time, as I lay there in...

 

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