Ange Mlinko

At some point they got off at Gelsenkirchen, which is on the same train line as Hanover, and while there, had their portraits taken. That’s all the sense I can make of this stopover on their way to the coast, where the ships were taking the faux Poles, the birchen people, to whatever hospitable continent, on tips circulating in the famine camps and steeple- lands. Rotted frames, rusted...

Mother Reilly’s Daughter! Trompe l’oeil Ale! Aphasic Skywalk! Night at the hub pub, microbrews and boutique pinots – In its throes, Does one ever hear the Mädchen cry from the woods at the edge of the            tarmac?

The artwork is meant to mute us, is it? Large-scale cibachromes, mobiles, canvases – A...

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The Venetians, the Venetians –           you hear about the Venetians picking off the black grapes of Izmir           or seizing a ship bound for Egypt, to trigger a           war for Crete; grabbing the wrong rein in the king’s...

On 2 July 1914, violent thunderstorms heralded the publication in London of the first Vorticist magazine, Blast. Since January that year, there had been the threat of insurrection from the Ulster rebels; 937 strikes; 107 arson attacks by suffragettes (who also slashed Velásquez and Sargent paintings in the National Gallery); only four days earlier the Archduke Franz Ferdinand had been...