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Don’t we go to literature to find the logic that might displace the absurdity of our lives?

The Democratic Party has been pulled far enough left that even lots of non-crazy people find us just plain scary...

When it comes to matters of the courtroom, some cases are surely easier to empathise with than others. A sketch artist may have a personal connection to the plight of the accused or accuser...

The first person to be photographed was a man having his boots cleaned. There were others in the same street, but they moved and became invisible...

This essay considers some reasons for lyric’s return in black British poetics by first taking a broad look at the field, and then by attending to the work of several poets writing since the 1990s but publishing most visibly since the millennium...

I miss many aspects of my chaplaincy training: the deep listening that can blossom in the most unexpected of circumstances, the twinning of action and reflection...

Was Walter Benjamin correct in suggesting a relationship between art and fascism?

It is commonly said, even by the English themselves, that English cooking is the worst in the world. Now that is simply not true...

Recent excavations reveal much about the conduct of siege warfare during the Anarchy and its intersection with larger societal trends...

This new world of ours, structured by the internet, is unrelentingly violent, as it is inimical to human freedom and human thriving...

As power plants find more effective and eco-friendly ways to produce energy, they often increase their output in response to their elevated efficiency. In doing so, they also produce more CO2 than they would otherwise...

Improvisation was part of the technological expedition: a mule was responsible for the Danjon telescope while the astronomer lit a fire to make some smoke...

If the Premier League was to market itself as a slick global brand, it needed a product that looked good on television. Muddy, bobbly, patchy pitches would not do...

Tonight I walked under the stars through the snow & stopped & looked at my far sparklers & heard the voice of the wind so slight & pure & deep as if it were the sound of the stars themselves revolving...

They say that people at the last moment experience a bright light as they enter into a realm of brilliance. You see it represented in paintings of the Resurrection. Everything I was on the verge of losing flew through my imagination...