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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...

SKITAFLIT, DAY 49   704 Dawn Breaks above the grey-dusted grey-fronted houses 903 Well the office is looking just lovely today 916 Crazy Katy has stolen my pencils again 918 Actually she is denying all knowledge of my pencils 920 Still, who else would have stolen a perfectly good set of pencils? Who? 922 Crazy Katy writes, I know you’re writing about me If I want to I’ll go and find it I say, fine, go and find it, whatever 924 Crazy Katy says, I won’t bother, it’s too pathetic But of course she’ll look anyway     1100 Mother Mary and the blessed saints, that was a long meetingmeetingmeeting 1105 This morning I had three meeting meeting meeting and tomorrow I have seven meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting 1109 During the rest of my working life I will have 45,000 meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting meeting 1454 A pause during which I was seized by a mild bout of complete and utter futility but I think it’s passed at least for the time being 1457 At least for now 1516 If a ten tonne truck crashes into us 1517 To die by your side, the pleasure the privilege is mine 1519 I don’t mean by your side, Crazy Katy, not yours – if you’re looking, which I know you are 1523 There is a light that never goes out 1526 I don’t know, perhaps it could be an allegory for faith or hope or something but perhaps it could just mean: 1527 There is a light that never goes out 1735 Thank Christ I am going home     CYN23, DAY 49   901 Oh do not ask me what I am 902 I know what I am 903 I am human I am dynamite     MANNATING, DAY 49   1335 Gorgons awake, I have lost my charger 1405 If it all goes black, it really all goes black 1430 So I have developed a new sense of the temporal continuum 1445 and instead of going forwards I am now going sideways 1446 Crabwise 1501 So in fact these progressions by minute by minute by minute 1504 are not happening in a linear forwards motion but are going along to the side – edging – 1510 and instead of us proceeding onwards to some destination 1511

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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poetry

July 2012

Poem for the Sightless Man (After Kate Clanchy)

Abigail Nelson

poetry

July 2012

This is just to say,   that the inked glasses that you wear look like the sound of shop...

feature

Issue No. 9

The White Review No. 9 Editorial

The Editors

feature

Issue No. 9

This ninth print issue of The White Review is characterised by little more than the continuation of the principles...

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Issue No. 4

The White Review No. 4 Editorial

The Editors

feature

Issue No. 4

We live in interesting times. A few years ago, with little warning and for reasons obscure to all but...

 

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