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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...

After a while you memorise the steps You read the addresses and your calves just know, hey They just know it’s going to be a long morning   These holiday homes on the steps don’t get a lot of mail The German okes who buy them park in Frankfurt all year and only fly in when winter hits Maar dis altyd mooi in die Kaap, né? Who even buys a house they don’t live in? And houses like these, too Most okes don’t see them, so they don’t even know what they’re like But let me tell you what: if I had one of these, on the beach, jir’, I wouldn’t leave   But, ja, anyway – most of these places don’t get a lot of mail Some municipal stuff, some late Christmas cards that’ll sit in their boxes until next December Sometimes I get these double – sealed envelopes met logos van strange banks al oor geskryf Most of these okes dodge tax, heyThey have to No one has that much money   Some of the okes at the depot are jealous of me They all say, ‘O, Piet, all you have to do is walk around all the laanie houses by the beach all day’ But most of them don’t know Clifton, hey They don’t know how many stairs there are Jirre fok, man, all those stairs Next time you go to Clifton 3rd, count the number of houses you pass on the stairs down Ja, and that’s my that’s my what’s the word? Ja, jurisdiction My route Yoh, they would die in a day if they had my job And like, none – none of these houses have driveways No paths All of these houses are on the steps, going down the cliff No other way in   No, you have to chain your bike to the rails on the side of Victoria Road – ja, chain it with a combination lock because the skollies will take it quick – quick, even a Post Office bike, hey , they’ve got no skaam – then take the stairs down Ja, the stairs Fifty down, fifty

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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feature

September 2013

For All Mankind: A Brief Cultural History of the Moon

Henry Little

feature

September 2013

For almost the entirety of man’s recorded 50,000-year history the moon has been unattainable. Alternately a heavenly body, the...

Art

November 2014

Conversations About a Play

Louise Stern

Art

November 2014

Editor’s note: The images in the slideshow document a conversation on paper between the writer and artist Louise Stern...

poetry

November 2011

Lucifer at Camlann & Amen to Artillery: Two Poems

James Brookes

poetry

November 2011

LUCIFER AT CAMLANN In the drear fen of all scorn like a tooth unsheathed I shone for I too...

 

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