RT @selvibby: AHH ITS HERE! read my poem in the yale review!

"Your Nirvanas and Pavements and Radioheads have kept their cultural capital, while R.E.M. remains marooned in Alternative Muzak-land." What happened to the band that once defined "alternative" music?

"This little guillotine of an afternoon more beautiful for the violence it is always choosing against." —Divyasri Krishnan (@selvibby), "Parlor Hour," TYR's Poem of the Week

Rolling Stone once dubbed it "America's Best Rock & Roll Band," but these days you're more likely to associate their songs with elevator muzak. What happened to R.E.M.? Mina Tavakoli (@mina_tav) searches for an answer, new today on TYR:

RT @JLaneria: In her writing, it is the feral spirit that prevails, and the only humans worthy of empathy are those who reject social norms…

“Before I’d seen any of his films, the painting, along with my dad’s stories, formed a portrait of David Lynch in my mind. He was a kind of friendly specter over my childhood, peering out from the world he’d painted an eerie and enveloping blue.”

“David wore these gross white tennis shoes that looked like they were about twenty years old. He wore those every day with his shirt and tie. Grubby tennies, we called them.” A high school friend shares his memories of David Lynch:

RT @hubersamj: Incredible memories of Lynch by a teenage friend, who just happens to be our managing editor’s dad:

RT @meghanor: I really love this @yalereview piece we just published about a young David Lynch and the author's father growing up in Virgin…

Where do artists come from? One of David Lynch’s childhood friends remembers their teenage years together, new today on TYR.

RT @yalereview: A sneak peek of our spring issue, coming soon! Featuring Isabella Hammad, Adrienne Kennedy, Audrey Wollen, Jonathan Lethem,…

"It’s dangerous to see others as an abstraction. I don’t need to hate anyone as an abstraction because I have my mother—I hate my mother." From "Sometimes you have to be still and suffer," by Diana Cao, TYR's Poem of the Week.

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"Trump gave another speech at the Capital One Arena, where he signed a few executive orders onstage and then tossed the used Sharpies to his followers, the way Elvis once tossed his sweat-soaked scarves into the crowds at his shows."

Memecoins, monologues, and sharpies: Trump's inauguration week couldn't have been any Trumpier. Read @JamesSurowiecki's diary, new today on TYR:

"I check the news to tell me what I know   the great minds easy in their thrones" From @camillerankine's "This Is What I Do Instead of Dying," TYR's Poem of the Week:

There's just a little over a week left to see Siena: The Rise of Painting at the Met. It's a highly unusual show, Rachel Eisendrath explains, for bringing together the long-dispersed parts of Medieval artworks.

"our old strap-on, the blue dildo we’d taken to bed a decade earlier, purchased from some old queen, probably not actually old, probably younger than we are now" —Keetje Kuipers, "Getting Back Together," TYR's Poem of the Week

"See how the gold surface has been punched; the edge has been burned; the frame is thick." Rachel Eisendrath on the astonishing materiality in Siena: The Rise of Painting, on view at the Met through the end of next week:

“I had a baby on the way, and the new nursery was still full of past lives carefully wrapped in paper and taped shut.” Read “Getting Back Together” by Keetje Kuipers, TYR’s Poem of the Week.