from here, leaning out beyond their yard. They are fence-prone and rubber-necked. Looking in, maybe. I sense a vulturish curiosity and sink back. Meanwhile, my dad has fallen asleep on the couch. He is darker … Read More
i remember the anguish of space— standing half a step too close to you under the copper light of streetlamps, with every word and gesture, feeling surprised by how my hands would strain against their own skin to touch … Read More
Perhaps it makes most sense to analyze it in the context of Yeezy’s artistry: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy (2010) and Yeezus are reaches, exemplars of a bravado unparalleled by Kanye’s contemporaries; The Life of Pablo is a revision.
