A Word from the Creative Director
A word from Creative Director Moeed Tariq on the art featured in this art-themed issue
Read MoreA word from Creative Director Moeed Tariq on the art featured in this art-themed issue
Read More“Hey kickle kicklee,†said Anand, tickling its bloated stomach. “Hey kicklee paya.â€
“Fuck off,†it said, trying to kick Anand in the chin.
Read MoreFear of the new and unexplored take center stage in this essay by Senior Film Critic Rhea Cinna on Andrei Tarkovsky’s Stalker.
Read MoreThe Missing Slate’s Jay Sizemore on how film can suffer when pandering to an often unknowing public.
Read MoreThe Missing Slate’s Creative Director, Moeed Tariq sits down with Umer Wasim to talk about his work, dreams growing up, his choice of art school, and the pros and cons of group versus solo exhibits.
Read MoreFrom our tenth issue, Rahul Soni translates Prahbat’s Hindi original (running side-by-side) of plumbing the depths of sadness.
Read More“who could have thought/ that death would come like this –/ like a bird.” By Kedarnath Singh, translated from the Hindi by Rahul Soni.
Read More“Sometimes on my knees, before the orange hood was raised, the blindfold bound, I faced the hills…” By Ravi Shankar.
Read More“Time had preserved/ memory,/ … Was I the same then/ as I am now?” By Sudeep Sen.
Read More“…the devourer of form,/ once a genteel termite,/ now at your jugular, foaming…” By Arundhathi Subramaniam.
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