“I’m shrinking,” I shrieked,
meaning aging,
nearing death
because I thought that to pretend
I was the witch
In The Wizard of Oz
was funny
and would thus communicate
something
if not exactly my feelings.
*
Cousin Rust,
with your look of blood
and sunset,
I’m almost in love
with the lace you’ve made
of metal
In “Dog Days,” LaBarge blurs the lines between memoir and criticism.
A conversation with philosopher Robin Dembroff about their new book, Real Men on Top, identity categories, and the possibility of undoing patriarchy.
“Disclosure Day” has plenty of UFOs and extraterrestrial species but very little of the human insights found in the filmmaker’s past work.
It’s never been afraid to play fast and loose and big.
