December 2016
Scarfed in Mist
I had been living in Scotland for more than five years before I found The Living Mountain through two recommendations that came in quick succession.
Read MoreWhat signifies the beauty of nature when men are base?
Nature and landscape are palimpsests of history and social violence more than they are alternatives to them. They show back to the observer the durability and definiteness of the world people have made so far.
Read MoreAlmost Incredibly Soothing
And I am sitting in my new room, with curtains, fire, table; and two great views; sometimes sun over the brooks and storm over the church.
Read MoreGathering and Assembling: Judith Butler on the Future of Politics
It is impossible to under-estimate the exceptional contribution to political understanding provided in the writing of Judith Butler.
Read MoreThe rhythm all ripple and suspended fall…
A week or so back I found with some difficulty a friend who even in his own judgment has no claim to the vacant office, and we set out together across Dartmoor
Read MoreOlivia Rao plays
It had been so long since I last pulled out the Snakes & Ladders set that the cardboard box had warped. I'd put it away in that attic ages ago, and if the weather hadn't been the way it was, and I hadn't needed distraction, it never would've occurred...
Read MoreTo Feel Betrayed
Kristeva and Sollers met in Paris in 1966 when she was 25 years old and had just arrived on a fellowship from Bulgaria, and he was 30, already a published writer, and a disaffected son of the French middle class.
Read MoreLooking Happy
I know nothing about London. I’m often amazed I lived there at all. But in total it was almost a year, on what was then the “working holiday” visa, which granted youths from the Commonwealth temporary work permits.
Read MoreJoe Linker: All the World’s a Bill-bard
The Captain-elect of a new Ship of Fools, his vassals jockeying for position aboard the whirling vessel, packing for the move, appears to be offering a revision of Snyder’s argument – to wit: The free world is simply a racket.
Read MoreThe 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...
Read MoreThe thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read MoreI 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...
Read MoreThe 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...
Read MoreThe thing about new blooms is that they tend to bleed— / Those petals birthed / hugging close / that come warmer weather are tricked into jumping away...
Read MoreI 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...
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