In the tangle of crumbling, weather-beaten and broken hills, where the borders of Iran, Pakistan and Afghanistan meet, is a military outpost manned by about two score soldiers.
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In the tangle of crumbling, weather-beaten and broken hills, where the borders of Iran, Pakistan and Afghanistan meet, is a military outpost manned by about two score soldiers.
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‘We meet at various points in the great swathes of the past that neither of us were alive to witness.’
Allen Bratton on a daytrip to a castle with his older boyfriend.
‘Listening to three white poets, whom I suspect are academics, talk about the state of poetry.’
Oluwaseun Olayiwola eavesdrops on an older generation.
‘I’d been dubious about his company at first.’
Sarah Moss on watching Shakespeare with her twelve-year-old son.
‘She didn’t trust us because, to her, tenants were like children.’
Kate Zambreno on negotiating with her older landlady.
‘A moment now swallowed in embarrassment, I asked a question only a young person might ask an older one.’
Lynne Tillman on trying to understand what makes a generation.
Jamil Ahmad was born in Jalandhar, Punjab in 1933. A civil servant in the frontier areas and a minister in the Pakistani embassy in Kabul, his first book, The Wandering Falcon, was published in 2011 (Penguin India/UK).
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‘Life is so difficult. It may take more than one creature to sustain one life.’
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‘The past is no longer behind me but in front.’
An extract from About Ed by Robert Glück.
‘He is an ancestor, he has had his son, he has lost possession of the world.’
Fiction by Allen Bratton.
When people ask me what Denis was like, I always think about how he listened far more intently than just about any writer I’d ever met.
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