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Creation Chained to a Stunned Repose by Daniel Tobin

You must grieve for this right now —you have to feel this sorrow now— for the world must be loved this much...

Using Your Illusions by Tammy Lai-Ming Ho

See, she was doing it again...

My short stories might read as slightly unconventional in Tigrinya literature...

My evening ritual is to feed a tribe of haughty mallards, stern-faced gulls, wobbly, raucous oystercatchers...

My writing for Berfrois urged the reader to rethink their reading...

I want a holophrase...

The exhibition abounds with tanuki, cat-demons, froglike humanoids and magic foxes...

Two Rooms at Café Hemingway by John Crutchfield

Some writers search all their lives for the perfect place to work...

Colin Raff proceeds into the biotic sculpture room

Nearing the south entrance, we come upon the Salon’s indisputable main attraction...

The Crying of Lot 49 is an embryonic encyclopaedic novel...

Francesco Tenaglia Interviews Greil Marcus

It was all about A Day In The Life which was being played on San Francisco radio stations long before the Sgt. Pepper album...

Strange Enlightenments by Jeremy Fernando

The sky, serene, impenetrable, ineffable and incomparable, with a fine island of clouds...

Justin E.H. Smith says Hell yes, life is good

When jaguars gnaw the quinine from the bark of a red cinchona tree...

Jupiter is the god who hurls thunderbolts, Dius Fidius the god of oaths...

The first to ever hold the office, the first eastern German, the first scientist...

Technology, which at first promised global reach, could assist the local resurgence of abundant microcultures...

For All the Tea in Scotland by Patrick Romero McCafferty

Will Scottish tea follow in the surprising footsteps of the English wine industry?

Is Jeanne Dielman, 23 quai du Commerce, 1080 Bruxelles the greatest film of all time?

Orwell’s Cuppa

The tea should be strong. For a pot holding a quart, if you are going to fill it nearly to the brim, six heaped teaspoons would be about right...

The thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...

‘from An Explanation of America: Countries and Explanations’ by Robert Pinsky

Farah Abdessamad on François-René de Chateaubriand

I spent a good part of my childhood at home staring outside my bedroom window, following the trail of planes approaching the nearby Paris airport in the sky from my banlieue. I envied the passengers...