August 2021
More than Heavenly Bliss by Andre Gerard
Important as the soup is in To the Lighthouse it is never identified, never seen as “beautiful red soup” or “eternal” tomato soup...
Read MoreConsidering Cremation
Just a few steps away, my mind was buzzing like a bee: What the hell are you doing? You’re only fifty! People your age are starting new chapters in their lives, and you’re planning your death?
Read MoreDouglas Penick on David Jones
At the time of the dooms in the third quarter of the Reaper’s Moon, in the island of Britain...
Read MoreThe Terror and Transitional Justice in the Twentieth Century
The same radicalizing dynamic, which was predicated on a complete break with the past, also made it very difficult, and perhaps even impossible, to leave certain pasts behind...
Read MoreRobin DiAngelo’s Racial Essentialism
There’s a sense of deep internal contradiction running through DiAngelo’s writing that emerges from such discrepancies and which is at odds with the wealth she has accrued as an authority on anti-racism. It points towards the limitations of a worldview that, however well intentioned, pushes us deeper into the...
Read MoreLooking for Frogspawn
When we found the lumpy soup of proto-frogs, it felt reassuring to me: a symbol of renewal...
Read MoreThe Quest for Solitude and Silence
A practice ‘designed to demonstrate the transience of all material things’ has been co-opted in ‘service of the profit motive’...
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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