Slide open my bathroom window framing a far- off freeway. Clear sleep from crusty eyes. Three am. Suburbs still except for the sound of just…
neilcoppenJuly 23, 2009
It's vaguely terrifying speaking the words of a Pulitzer winning playwright as she sits inches away from you in an opening night auditorium. Almost…
neilcoppenJuly 21, 2009
Give me step ladders and terminaly ill light bulbs Blinking to the painful end Give methe silenced song of my grandmother's singer sewing machineYour afflictions…
neilcoppenJuly 19, 2009
neilcoppenMay 26, 2009
A cat's eyes feral and luminous crowns this carnival of cut-outs. A badly drawn man, erratic in ink and clutching a baton stands amidst swathes…
neilcoppenMay 18, 2009
I recently read a newspaper article about a man named Artyom Sidorkin who two Sundays ago woke with terrible pain in his chest-- a scratching,…
neilcoppenMay 1, 2009
A story inspired by Richard Hart's paintings and first published in his catalogue for the exhibition 'Kind Pockets' at the whatiftheworld gallery in Cape Town…
neilcoppenApril 25, 2009
Oscar Wilde once remarked: "fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months." He does of course…
neilcoppenDecember 18, 2008
On a visit to Bronwen Vaughan-Evans studio earlier this year I found her paused in the post-coital catharsis of her last exhibition home is where…
neilcoppenDecember 11, 2008