Jamie Hood

Apr 10, 2024 | interviewmagazine.com | Jamie Hood |Jake Nevins

I’ve yet to connect with the paintings of Agnes Martin. I’m a cheap date—pitifully drawn to the figurative, and, until now, sort of alienated by Martin’s abstract assemblages of lines, bands, stripes, and grids. Recently, I confessed as much to the poet Victoria Chang, whose seventh collection, With My Back to the World, is a dialogue toward Martin’s life and art, as well as a meditation on solitude, loneliness, depression, and spectacle.

Mar 5, 2024 | mitpress.mit.edu | Kate Zambreno |Jamie Hood

Description Praise A manifesto reclaiming the wives and mistresses of literary modernism that inspired a generation of writers and scholars, reissued after more than a decade. I am beginning to realize that taking the self out of our essays is a form of repression. Taking the self out feels like obeying a gag order—pretending an objectivity where there is nothing objective about the experience of confronting and engaging with and swooning over literature.

Feb 19, 2024 | workplaceinsight.net | Jamie Hood

Company news, Flexible working, Furniture, Wellbeing Working from home offers a host of benefits: flexible hours, avoiding the commute, and the comfort of your own pyjamas (within reason, of course). But amidst the perks, it’s easy to overlook an often-forgotten aspect: ergonomics. That fancy term simply means designing your workspace to fit you, preventing discomfort and injuries.

Feb 14, 2024 | thenewinquiry.com | Jamie Hood

In the series’ penultimate episode, Mad Men’s depressive hausfrau Betty Draper trips in a  stairwell on the Fairfield University campus and discovers she’s  dying. Lung cancer at thirty-eight: unusual in a woman her age but not, perhaps, inconceivable. Is the metaphor obvious? Subjected to the “non-existence” of the housewife (to crib a different Betty–Friedan), the structural suppression of her personhood has generated in Mad Men’s Betty a metastasizing interior rot.

Feb 6, 2024 | bookforum.com | Jamie Hood

IN THE POEM “POST,” from her posthumously published collection, The Cipher, Molly Brodak writes:The dead come backnot for you,for themselves,to hear their own storiesfor the first time.