Poetry
Five Poems
Poet and art critic Raphael Rubinstein is a senior editor at Art in America. Forthcoming books include a collection of poems, The Afterglow of Minor Pop Masterpieces (Make Now Press), and an anthology he has edited, Critical Mess: Art Critics on the State of Their Practice (Hard Press Editions). The poems published here are from a work in progress titled “Dead Troubadours.”
Contributor
Raphael RubinsteinRaphael Rubinstein is the author of The Miraculous (Paper Monument, 2014) and A Geniza (Granary Books, 2015). He is currently writing a book about the Jewish-Egyptian writer Edmond Jabès. A Professor of Critical Studies at the University of Houston School of Art, he divides his time between Houston and New York.
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