Culture

By Anonymous (not verified) , 24 June, 2023
Tommy Sloane was a wee thing and when he was born, they called him little gumnut because his whole head was hard like a stone and they couldn’t find the spot where you were supposed to be able to stick your finger clean through his skull, as if he was already set before he entered the world. He suckled on his mother but in the end, he stayed thin and so they gave him a bottle, which still didn’t help much except he grew attached to it. Even when he was a lad of seven he kept one in his backpack like a lucky charm, so when his mama found it on the road out to the bay she knew it wasn’t good.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 24 June, 2023
A guitarist dressed in a school uniform jumps through a television screen.
Albert Productions (above), Ros O’Gorman (below)
When audiovisual artist Robin Fox attended an AC/DC concert in his teens, the viscerality of the experience changed his relationship to sound.
By Anonymous (not verified) , 10 June, 2023
That morning we had pasted virtual missing posters all over the internet. My first thought seeing her was: We should take those down. The whole thing had suddenly become so private. Remy looked up as I squeaked through the gate. We held each other with our eyes, through the hole in the wall. Later, when our baby was asleep, we sat and cried together.