Tag Archives: Matt Dennison

Inveterate

“My last act of the day is always prayer, never writing—for fear that I might try to accomplish something.” he noted in notepad scrawled between wrist hairs scribbled on napkin scrimmed across tortoise shawed upon tusker tapped into forehead squeaked … Continue reading

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Nonsense

All that nonsense about art not being a competitive act is just that. Hell, you’re competing against the pine cone, the slug, the donkey’s tail— the worm and the dead cow’s viscous blue eye as two hundred deaf boys bang … Continue reading

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Café Delores

When coffee saw the child step into the street it waterfalled over hands, table tops, legs— but still it could not stop the car in time. After a rather extended and varied second childhood in New Orleans, Matt Dennison’s work … Continue reading

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