You can't drive to the coastline. You can only drive so close to the white chalky cliff and then you have to… — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
The Internet is such a paradoxical space - it's limitless and totally bounded, apparently free yet corporate-controlled, apparently invisible yet surveilled, a place of… — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
The Internet is a graveyard, a bright malfunctioning littoral, and it is entirely necropastoral. But the necropastoral can't be sustained - it's non-sustainable. — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
You can't drive to the coastline. You can only drive so close to the white chalky cliff and then you have to get out… — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
I've begun to recognize myself as a Catholic writer because my whole notion of the image, of symbol, of art and what it can… — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
“You are reading while walking, she reads. You can't see your feet. The spread pages glide over the sidewalk, mottled by leaf shadows, by… — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
My notion of art is very maximalist and souped-up: I love spectacle, overload, magic materials, magic words, incantation and litany, incarnation and possession, spilling… — Joyelle McSweeney Copy Share Image
