September 2021
Elizabeth Bishop’s Proliferal Style by Angus Cleghorn
Bishop’s persona is part she-moose, part bus; part warrior-fish, part oily vessel; part pastoral idyll, and part atomic bomb...
Read MoreNow Quite Retired
The soapwort gentian now. In an old pasture, now grown up to birches and other trees, followed the cow-paths to the old apple trees...
Read MoreGroundnut Scheming
At the sites chosen for the groundnut scheme, tractors and bulldozers from military surplus stores in Egypt proved unable to tackle the hard ground and tough vegetation, so the planners turned to a novel solution: repurposing surplus Sherman M4A2 tanks...
Read MoreItaly’s Midsummer Bescheerung by Vernon Lee
The cool shadow of the fig-trees in the yards, with the whiff of that queer smell, heavy with romance, of wine-saturated oak and crumbling plaster; I know with a little stab of joy that this is Italy...
Read MoreThe Perpetual Hygiene Regime and the STEMification of the Intellectuals
It is the duty of intellectuals and artists to reject enforced glee, to carve out a preserve for the life of the soul as best they can, and to call madness by its name...
Read MoreLav Diaz, the Last Filipino
Diaz was born in 1958, eight years after the official independence of the Philippines from the US was declared, and seven before Marcos ascended to the presidency...
Read MorePost-Mutti Germany
Germany is shortly to hold its first ever federal election in which the sitting chancellor is not running...
Read MoreFriendship in Fiction
In philosophical treatments of friendship, it can often be elevated to the highest form of human relationships, even if its perfect form is rare...
Read MoreJai Chakrabarti on Janusz Korczak
Korczak lived an extraordinary life through the worst of times. He was an educator and ran an orphanage in the Warsaw ghetto...
Read MoreGeorge Orwell on bookshops
When I worked in a second-hand bookshop the thing that chiefly struck me was the rarity of really bookish people...
Read MoreThe Misfits Drama by Medha Singh
The Misfits carries in itself the nature of an allegorical tale that throws itself deep into the thick of postmodern demands...
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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